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One day, my theatre teacher told me there's a fire in me. The day I'll finally let it get out, it'll be sublime.
I'm letting the fire getting out. And I'm not sorry. I feel good and proud of me.
I'm not sorry for what I said. I'm just sorry for what I used to think when thinking about you. But I'm not mad, I don't regret anything, things were good the way they were and the way they are. I'm just trying to evolve, to let the past be the past and live my present at the fullest. Hard to do, but easier when you feel decided.
I hope you're not mad. I hope you understand. I hope it didn't hurt you, I'm not one who likes to hurt people even if sometimes I'd like to take my revenge. I never do take it on the end. I'm not one who hurt people. And here there's no revenge to take anyway.
I can't wait for your answer, but take your time. My impatience doesn't matter. Be honest, be the way you are and don't think about it too much. Thinking too much is never good, I know what I'm talking about. But take your time.
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway
"I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you"
I miss you