Many a gloomy evenings, when I pass by the crowd, lonely as ever, although amidst a swarm of people, invisible, or brooding in my dark room, I feel unduly unwanted and I wonder if you ever think of me, or ever care about me, because I feel so unknown, unloved, unwanted in this world, and although I’m certain I’m long gone from your mind, I think of you, because I once felt loved and cared for, right next to you.
I wonder if you ever wonder if I’m doing fine, and if I’m not just an exterior of a man, barely living and never happy. I wonder if you ever feel bad for me, for leaving me behind and wonder if I’m holding up alright, or if you shed a tear when I do.
However, I was only a short chapter in your life, and it wasn’t true love, and I doubt if I’d experience that in my life, two people spending their lifetime together, and I wonder if you’d remember my name now, or for that matter, me.
