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To be brave is to love someone unconditionally without expecting anything in return. To just give that takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our face or leave ourselves open.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
heroineofthefutureimade

As das goes by,
i feel like neglecting you.
As days goes by,
i feel like i am at a lose.
As days goes by,
breaking up with you seems like a bad idea.
Now you're gone,
i don't love you like i always do.
I don't feel the love.
I don't think i love you.
My love for you as faded away slowly.
It doesn't seems like the old times we shared.
It doesn't seems like how we usually used to love.
I don't even know if you really love me.
I just can't see it.
But i know you tried so hard.
Maybe you could try even harder.
Or maybe not.
It''s hard for you.
But i guess you could just go find someone else.
I don't wanna you get hurt.
& i don't wanna you be my victim.
I am grieving too much on the past.
& i don't you be the one suffering.
So boy,
all i can say is i am sorry & goodbye.
P.S i am not convince enough that you love me cause you never did know me.
cause you don't even know my fucking favorite colors & my favorite dishes.
Such an disappointment.