All that's gone

I could guess how agitated you must be.. to read this through..

And that you have every possible attempt to make me hate myself, I still keep looking for restaurants.

Where we could have had meals together. I would have had your favorite dessert.

I still think of the cake wedge, that made you smile on your birthday.

And of the numerous mistakes I made for the metro. That made you feel victorious.

Of You coming from far, smiling, and telling me how gorgeous I looked.

I think of those times.