6976) I miss you again.

Won’t this feeling of missing you, lessen any? I keep thinking of you.
The more I try to sort through it all, the more the tears come.
Even when I try to forget it all, the memories spread into different memories through the tears.
All I can do is regret because all I ever did was receive.
But I’m afraid you’ll forget me because I’ve never gave you anything.
I love you - these words have become a habit.
And these words are among the many I’ve learnt from you.
I sit around alone, mumbling to myself like a fool.