How should I do it.
8 weeks without my world, my home.
The days without hearing u sleep,
The days without your touch,
Your daily jokes, the sentences I don’t really understand with you speaking another language.
Those eyes that show me things I’ve never seen before.
Those hands that make me feel safe and loved.
You’re so far, and reaching you is impossible.
I will just have to wait till I see you again.
Volim te, beautiful.

I don’t know how to feel.
I try and you still refuse, distance yourself and push me away.
I stayed, I thought I could.
Well what can I do, the cut wasn’t mine.
I fought and still fight, but in my mind that part is already packed away.
I loved you and still do.
So tell me goodbye for the last time.
Im ready, kinda.

Why do that to me after me being the light for you,
The peace you never received,
And the person who thought of you as highly as the moon.
The times we faced together, how come it doesn’t have meaning,
How is that nothing for you?
I was the one you had at all times, now that I need support, it’s wrong?
How is it every little thing that bothers you about me a sin, but when you do it, it’s okay, cause of the things you’re facing?

I was there, while you complained.
I was there when you needed me.
I was there when you got hurt.
Why twist that, why forget all these times.
Why turn on me of reasons that shouldn’t break us. I thought you were better than this.
I guess you are just another person that wanted peace and my heart, just to leave in the end.

Love?
What is love, actually?
Does it feel like the love I have for flowers?
Or is it like reading a book I really like over and over again?
I don’t know.
Some people say they can’t describe it and some people say when you love people,
for each Person, there is a different kind of love , it feels different.
So how do I know that I am in love?
I don’t understand.
What if I love the wrong way.
What if I don’t know the difference between love and like.
Why are there different kinds of love?
Love is really confusing