many sentences about you.
About us.
About me.
About my love.
About your love.
About our love.
But, I think, my words are useless thing for you.
You won't change yourself to crush on me anymore.
Actually, I am sick of writing this.
Again, again, and again.
I can't hope with an empty hope.
The empty wishes.
Keep standing here without I must cry.
Without tears.
Without sadness.
Without regret.
Because I can get love without from you.
With other ways which can bring me the happiness and smile.
That fulfill with love.
1 comment:
Love is sometime like regretting our very regret itself.
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