Exactly 365 days since your actions first convinced me of who you really are.

It was, on that day, for the first time.

Sometimes we know we shouldn't, but we just can't help it.
It haunts me.
Disturbs me.
My thoughts run wild, my imagination spills everywhere.
All over the same things, things of the past.
The past doesn't really matter anymore, with everything already said and done.
But the thoughts of how the past paved a way to what the future may be is another thing.
I shouldn't, but I just can't help it.
Stupid things to do.

Some riddles can never be solved,
some mysteries can never be unraveled,
some questions can never be answered.
No one can help me with this, but myself.
I'm on my own.

Epvcu zpv fwfs dpnf cz ifsf. Ep zpv?
I get rather upset when some things are slowly being forgotten, like the little things that are special. Well, used to be special.
Zpvst are never forgotten, but njof?
Do you even know what I'm talking about?