"I have strange feelings for you" I said.

The rest is black.

You're wandering around to see if there's something for you.

The truth is you've already missed your chance. Chances might be the right word.

The doubt you have inside is true. 

You've missed a lot of chances, including me.

I am the one that got away. One of them.

The truth is I worshipped you, that was what was strange.

And noone will ever feel the way I did for you.

You and I, we are not to blame.

You were wrong, I was wrong, the time was wrong. Everything was wrong.

In the midst of these thoughts, I just want to light a cigarette. I quit. Did you know that?

There is no conclusion.

Just lost moments.

I worshipped you and noone will ever give you that.

Period.