It's nothing but time and a face that you lose

I looked at a couple pictures.
I listened to a couple songs.
And somehow, after that, got this rush. And something told me to message you.

Whether the message is replied to, or left as read.
I said what I wanted to say.
I've done what I've needed to do for so long.
I'm really proud of myself.

There's not enough time to carry these grudges anymore.
I can't let it haunt me any longer.
I can't keep living with constant curiosity and doubt. Maybe doubt was replaced with hopefulness. And maybe my hopefulness will be replaced with disappointment..
Which I'm scared of..

Something tells me that saying what I needed to say isn't going to be enough for me.
I don't think I should get my hopes up.