Continuing a dead end is a gain of faults and lies, questioning something that was oath to be nothing anymore. It's like a mobius strip... I'm not sure about anything anymore.
I remember someone told me before, "what we had... is already a close book I dont want to open again"
To be satisfied with what it is, is really acceptable now.
But, less than 2 months from now. I'll be on the same spot I was before... I fear the feeling, and still can't believe it's already been a year. It's still just yesterday for me... that's how I feel now.
The feeling of moving forward just to move towards the beginning.
the only difference now.
I can't feel her presence... or who she was for me.
Just a dead end.
nothing more.
I remember someone told me before, "what we had... is already a close book I dont want to open again"
To be satisfied with what it is, is really acceptable now.
But, less than 2 months from now. I'll be on the same spot I was before... I fear the feeling, and still can't believe it's already been a year. It's still just yesterday for me... that's how I feel now.
The feeling of moving forward just to move towards the beginning.
the only difference now.
I can't feel her presence... or who she was for me.
Just a dead end.
nothing more.
