A letter.

I remember clear as the water, when you threw all my lovers letters away

just because i asked you to kept me from reading them one more time.

So now i'm here, wondering if you're doing the same with me,

trying not to read me, hear me, see me.

Hating every dream or sing of me, as i hate the reason we're apart.
I know you don't mind, and i hope you're happy...

because you have every reason to, you said it yourself:
"ignorance is happyness".