Can't explain how I feel,
it was not like we were even together or anything
but still I can't explain why it hurts.

Maybe it's the could have beens
Maybe it's the interesting friendship
Maybe it's the feeling of having something to look forward to
Or perhaps the abrupt end of the hope and anticipation I've missed so much
That hope an anticipation of being in love?

Whatever it is, it hurts, a little, too much.
So much I think it's heartbreak... But heartbreak? Really?

Because I've had my share of it, and this isn't anywhere close
but still, there is a subtle trace of it.

Well guess I'm off to pour some more pain into Dancer from the East,
but study for history first I must. Paper begins in 7 hours.

Wonder if she felt the same?
Probably not... But still...