Sometimes we have to make choices, and we don't have choice. Sometimes these choices don't make us happy...
And now, now i'm not happy. I'm so sad, i'm so sick... sick of love. My heart is broken and i don't have anything to do. Our time came. I have to walk and cross my path.
Even needing your hug to feel me alive, even needing your love to laugh again... I'm getting out... getting out of your life. Like you told me that you want. Maybe we find each other sometime, maybe not. What have to be, will be.
I (really) miss you...............
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Sometimes, a choice we don´t choose is, in fact, a choice!
ResponderExcluirOur lives is fulfilled of maybes..
And I hope your "maybe" leads you to a better tomorrow! ;)