Running from yourself is useless. But I have bad habit -Never-Ever Give up.
My heart Isn't broken, because I didn't open it this time. My head doesn't hurt, cause it has so many thoughts aside from this.
But... Well. maybe someone knows this feeling. When your hopes crashed before they was born.
People have they own life.
But it's really sad, that people, who had one soul is so far from eachover.
And they choose their path already. And they too stuborn to give up.
And they love eachover for this stuborness.
And one of them hate another for it too. But love him too much. Frustration.
I just whant close my eyes and... And start belive in story, that you wrote about them, but about us.
You are best for me too.
You're beatyfull.
You're strong.
But you're too far from me.
And you never leave your path. And I never live mine.
It's life. Shit happens.