The person who loved you

I'm not being me when I'm with you,
My misbehaviour tells everything,
You know that I feel for you,
But you act like nothing.

It's has been a while I didn't meet you,
I'm feeling fine now,
Although sometimes I miss you,
but I really don't wish to see you,
To keep my heart from goes to you once again,
I tried to seal my heart,
But I can't.

The more I resist, the more likely to become reality.

You sat down, I feel uncomfortable,
but I think is something more like called awkward,
I really don't wish to see you again,
But I know that's impossible, we will meet anyway.

It's not your fault, I won't blame you,
maybe you were shy to tell me what you feel,
or maybe you doesn't have that kind of feeling to me,

But In fact, I'm the one to blame,
blame me to fall for you,
blame me for afraid to tell you what I actually feel for you,
blame me for not making you love me,
blame me to let think "you'll always be my friend".

I knew I couldn't have you,
Even though I'm feel like is "I'm the one to blame",
But that's fine, as long as you were there.

Please forgive me for not being myself,
the person who loved you.