Maybe in the beginning, heart was created with no door, no gaps.
We need a collision for the sake of the collision, until it can be opened.
Maybe that's why people say love comes with hurt.
And happiness is what is harvested from the tears that are spilled.

About you who wake up in the morning with a smile, maybe in the future you're going to cry.

Maybe the guy who are with you overnight it tanked heavily, then alcohol in his stomach gave a command to kiss you.

Maybe he started to not want to lose you; admirer.
Maybe you're just like the other admirers; admirable.

Maybe he probably just borrow your heart to bubbling up his anger on someone. So your smile can be simply wraps for a painful that cringe when it is felt.

Maybe you are simply a tool for him to train his agility in flattering.

Maybe you are an incident. Incidentally when his bed was empty.

Maybe you're a good girl, may also be too good.

Maybe your hug is comfort enough to **** his spare time.

Maybe he was tired of getting to know and be known again.

Maybe you're so beautiful in his eyes, but not in his heart.

Maybe he's never too old to live with someone, so he thinks, what he feels about you is just what he has to fear.

Maybe you're just skilled in making love, but not in loving him.

Maybe the fall of you is very simple for him, just as simple as he gave his lips to you, and also to the other.

In the end, maybe, you just don't have to expect more, than a minute of happiness you receive from him.