In this fucking point, you probably breakdown and cry.
That's where I'm now, locked in my room, listening to sad songs and crying over my pillow, wondering if you'll change your mind and come back. But then all hopes seem gone. I have accept that you´d probably never come back.
After my eyes run out of tears, I'll try to hate you, but I'l realize that whatever you do, whatever you, I'll still loving you just the same 'cuz love it's blind, silly and unconditional.
Sometimes I'd wish never fall in love again, but Lucky me!! That's impossible.
Love is like a rose and like an ember. Like a rose, love can quickly bloom and shrivel up. And like an ember, even if it seems dead it still alive and hot deep inside. |