Silly, naive, foolish me.

Maybe i've been wrong. Maybe i'm being too hopeful. Maybe it's been a wishful thinking of my own. Maybe you din't care about me as i thought you would. Maybe i've misunderstood the intentions about what you were doing these past few days. Maybe this is the way we are meant to be for the rest of our lives. Maybe we are forever stuck in this awkward tension-filled silent cycle.
Maybe it's for the best.

But you can't help but wish things would be different. That maybe there would be a perhaps. The false perhaps that we can finally overcome this wierd tension we have and lived together like the way we used to when we were young.
Too much maybe(s).

At least, i've tried my best. I've walked out of my comfort zone and shown concern for you that i dint know i have. But guess it dint matter. Cause you dint even care.
No. you don't.

Love,
Zijing