I wake up and my body is heavy. I sink in my bed again. You’re there hanging in my mind. Your menacing memory is unbearable. I know I am not doomed for eternity, but I will for a while. You don’t realize the crime. You don’t realize the impact of your actions. I feel like I missed the last train to heaven. I am sitting in this now abandoned station, with no one left, but myself to pity for not getting on that wagon. What did I do wrong? Not much I suppose. Does that mean it is unjust? Probably from your side. I would like to hate you, but I really love you. You got me hanging, what a fool am I. Naïve, young and dreamy. I thought I might make my life with you. Or was I just liking the chase? I did like you quite a lot. Good-bye.