Isolation

It was a late afternoon of November. The rain was pouring through my skin. And there I was, all messed up, alone, in the middle of nowhere. I was unable to think about anything but you. You, the one who had left me there, the one who had always shown me more than friendship, the one I'd been trying to avoid talking to for so long, the one who was already gone because of my foolishness...
It's been a year since you left and I can't stop thinking about how could have things been if I weren't so fucking silly. Be happy, wherever you are, whoever you are with, I just ask you to be as happy as you can.