And there you are again.
I thought I shot you down.
While you were going insane, I deleted you.
I couldn't handle your feelings.
I had no alternative.
I couldn't answer to you the way you wanted.
It was the war.
I erased you I've known for eleven years.
Or so I thought.
You were still in my dreams.
But you weren't alive anymore.
And then you wished me a Merry Christmas.
Random words, I thought it was unreal.
And there you are. Again.
You're incorrigible.
Your disease is incurable.
You can have the lucky charm in the Twelfth Night cake...
You can choose me as your queen...
I won't give you any crown.
Didn't you see my new ring?
You were begging. So unusual from you.
"I miss you in my life".
There you are again again and again.
For you this is a love affair.
Totally platonic actually.
You offered an Armistice.
Your love screwed up everything .
Your love is going to bring us back together.
And then, please, throw your love out.
Again.This is the solution.
Do it for real this time.
As a New Year resolution.
This chair is already taken, and you know that.
"You can be my best friend, or at least, you can pretend."
You should better pretend.
Because all I want is you as my friend.