There's just so much we can say despite there being much more to what we feel. Every time i thought thats the last i'll cry or think of you, the next tear comes flooding out my vision and another flashback of how you'll hold my face and look at me.
Why wouldnt things work out? Why cant we choose who we love? Why cant i just go away from everything thats putting me in so much dilemma?
Maybe there was more than a few instances when we thought things will take a turn for the better. But it never did. Or maybe it did.
Cause ever since i first cried in front of you and you hugged me, i always thought you will be the one holding me despite anything that comes may. But we drifted. Subsequently you got sick and tired of being there, of handling my emotions, of me as a whole. I learn to distant myself too. To not put so much emotions into you.