Hey

I'm actually liking the sadness.

Reading old conversations
feeling the regrets
noticing how much I've changed
and feeling helpless- that I can't do anything to bring it back
Oh that I can, but I shouldn't.

Listening to the song that wasn't my type,
but which I've liked just because
and wondering how did I got into behaving so lovely like that

I wanna cry
and I'm liking this feeling.

I want the lovely me back