i thought i have had enough lessons. to learn how to love is to set someone free. to learn compromise. scarifices. to love the one i love in a way he needs. but it turns out, at the end, perhaps i am still not mature enough. perhaps i am like many others, perhaps we only need to be spoiled. Perhaps we talk but we never
listen. We dont listen by our heart. Perhaps we are not extraordinary.
my dear god, but i swear i have been good. why it still hurts. why is it has to be so difficult no matter how hard we have tried. people say you always listen, and you will respond...
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