~iNNueNDo~

i dont want to make memories with you again.

memories that could hunt and hurt me in the end.

a moment with you may lead to a year of pain for me.

a torture that i could no longer endure, if it’s meant to be.

i tend to lose myself when i’m with you.

and i hate that i love you so.

but i’m contented with what we have now.

eventhough this is less than what i’ve hoped for…

this is more than enough for a contented soul.

now i know, we can’t really be friends.

i already have lots, same goes with you.

if i’m only a friend for you at the most,

then you are no longer my friend at all.

so this it then…

this is where my fairytale ends.

-FIN.

MELANCHOLY |