You see? You love her.
When her heart was build with stones while you were a demon slowly becoming an angel.
But her walls were too high.
You loose hope and an angel reached out on you telling "Would you runaway from sadness?"
Then you walked away from the stone walls and renewed.
Her, had seen everything.
She was on the top of her castle, waiting for you to profess.
But you were already happy.
And she kept building her walls higher and higher.
Regrets have resented her.
Cause you see? He love you.

I was at your door, I almost knock to say sorry.

But you didn't. You let the night pass without us fixing the damage

I almost called you, it took me so much effort not to.

But still you didn't. You let the night pass without us communicating our thoughts.


You see, your "almost" are never enough and as much as you want me to understand that you tried your best, that you almost do, it was never ever a consolation.


*It hurts to know that you almost did but the fact that you didn't is what hurts me the most.