"I did love you." He said.

"I know." She whisper, as her eyes began to water. Having him just across a distance tells her there is no need to deny something that has been obvious since the beginning.

"But not as much as you love her."

"Please don't laugh at me when I say this:
I want to get out.

I want to get away, just once. Be in a place I've never been to before. Meet new faces. Play new songs with new ears listening. Begin writing some verses without ending one.

I want to get out, out of this house, this walls; this city. I want to be alone with myself for a couple of days. I want to leave some emotional tickets and let them be thrown along the way. I felt trapped, I felt stucked. These corners doesn't give me a sense of comfort anymore, they starting to **** me in.

For once, after all these years, I want to get out without thinking what would cost me and what would I will be leaving behind once I fly away.  

Just for once I want to so badly to get out.
And mostly, just for once; I want to live my life outside someone's expectations."

We could have been the sand
and the sea that is inseperable,

But in reality we are the day and night,
The sunsets and the sunrises,

That is destined to end one another;
To beautifully begin, apart.

I wished you have told me at the beginning that we couldn't be as close as this together, so I should have left some spaces behind me anytime that I have to step back whenever you reach that moment you realize you didn't want this feeling with me any longer.  

But sadly, it is too late. Getting attached so easily has been a trap for me, and it has got to be a long struggle walking back with a scratched part of me before I got to find that way to finally get myself out.

Don't get attached to someone so easily.
Sometimes people can't be predictable.

Like one minute they'll make you believe you're in a paradise with them and everything is in magic, and then the next minute you are already all alone, swimming at a dry lake, and everything is empty. There's a huge difference between that. And you, you
owe it to yourself to know what is the difference within the two.

It's not being dramatic over things. It's a self aid from certain people, from uncertain feelings.

Suddenly you're twenty, and you'll lie on your back, you'll face the ceiling and you'll look at it like it's only thing that mattered in the world for you.

You were old enough but you were
too young to think like one
You were breathing but you're not alive.
You were on your back
but you were not there.
There's a certain coldness
around you but you're bathed in sweat
There's an endless flow of tears
but your eyes had long ran dry.

There's a burning hole in your mind that kept on thinking about the things you might have done wrong, or the things that could go wrong tomorrow or the next day after.

You wouldn't know.
But you know.

And you'll realize that people were
wrong when they said that life is
a pocket full of happiness.
They are wrong.
And so are you.

You are wrong believing them.

Maybe it's better this way.
that we won't have photographs to keep,
and we won't have no memory of us to remember before we sleep

Maybe it's better this way,
that we don't have to deal with the end of  something that we didn't started.
That we don't have to seal something
that we didn't promised.

Maybe it's better this way.

No, let me scratch the maybe out.
Yes. It's better this way."