Let me ask you something.

Don't you remember the reason you loved me before?
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong. The more I do, the less I know.
Gave you the space so you could breathe, I kept my distance so you would be free,
and hope that you find the missing piece to bring you back to me.
When will I see you again?

Please remember me once more...