I haven't thought about you in while. But still you were there in my dreams. You were short and riding a motercycle. The hug was warm. I almost felt homesick. But you weren't mine and I would never be yours anyways.

You. You were 'dry' as always. Nothing fazes you. Do you have any emotions at all, I wonder.

And you. Looking at those girls. It's understandeble. It's the only thing you can  talk about anyways. But it still hurts you know? That's why I ran.