I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

everytime i see you, it puts a smile on my face, my body fills with warmth.
but when you walk straight past, its a cruel, cold reminder that your not mine.

today was the first time we've properly spoken since back then, nearly a month ago.
i had you alone for 2 minutes.
back then, whenever we got the chance, even if it were only 30 seconds, they'd still be 30 seconds filled with passion, and laughter, and sheer happiness.

those two minutes were nice. a civilised conversation, then like you always do, you left.

everytime i see you, another part of me dies inside, it's killing me slowly.

so after a two minute conversation, you can imagine the emotional train wreck i am right now.