Love is a feeling.
That feeling.
The one you're thinking of.

Naïve and simple.
Somewhat violent, but still truly nice.
Love showed itself as you.

A year and some more,
I laughed, never cried, always talking excitedly in your ear
Each day ending with a smile on my face.

It ended.
Always they end, I know that.
What ended, my memories?
Hah, no, this ended.

How rare this was.
How great it had been.
How stupid I still am.

Stay forever
No.
Laugh again
No.
Don't give me that look
I will.
Love vanished.
Gone.

Some time ago, I tripped down that wrong road.
It was, right?
The wrong road?

Love was you.
It-
It was.

It's quiet now.
My room is... empty.
My thoughts are... done.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for you.