I have a feeling.

That sometimes she feels just the way you feel,
She wants you to fight for her because she's worth it,
Prove to her that what you feel is real cause she's tired of doubting,
And gave you thousands of test and trials to see how far you'll past,
Hold her hand and be bold enough to stand for your love.

And my dear,
She's actually feels hurt if you stand back to watch her departure,
She's actually kind of offended when you're the one who building up the walls,
She's actually disappointed to see you're coming half way and then giving up,
She's actually don't really mind how things will end cause she's living in the present.

I just have a feeling and letting you know.
It's your choice to fight or to withdraw.

But I have to tell you that I have another feeling too.
Which is opponent with this one; that she really don't.

Some things are meant to be ended and stop at where it’d stopped.
It never meant to be at present or future
But it surely meant to remain as memories and to be missed
And there it belongs, even sometimes we long for it again.

‪People talk about love, about roses and sunflower‬
But to me, darling, you’re my cotton flower
You look so classic and the pure of your colour
Comfort, unique, all that simple thing that matter
You’re light and perfect but soggy and heavy once weightened by water
How soft you are, my cotton flower
Makes me want to care more than ever
More than anyone, or other that never.