It’s fun to do whatever I like, to feel whatever I want to feel, but there are days I have this longing feeling of certain emotion, I can’t tell what it is, but it’s closed, locked, and no one, not even me, could find the key.
I need you to understand. I will always love you, even in your broken. Not in spite of it or because of it, but as a result of it. I buy dead roses so they can see their beauty in my reflection when they wilt away. I can’t leave broken glass figurines where they may never find a home. So when you’re trying to piece yourself together, or start to fall apart, know that I love you. And I can only hope that you still love me too.
I was always there to lend an ear. And as we sat in the back of your car you. talking and me listening. I can sense all the sadness you felt. All the anger you held in. There wasn’t much for me to say but all I could think to do is to open up my arms and embrace you and I did. All you needed was a hug to feel loved . And I gave that to you. All I ever wanted to do was love you. Was that not enough?
i wasn’t enough for you and that should make me move on but I think about you everyday why can’t I stop and move on S?
