Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters.
It's interesting how a person can make a decision of permanent fate without even blinking an eye.
How selfish.
Or is it?
As every day passes, the memory just becomes further away instead of yesterday, but it is still fresh as though I just came home.
Every day that you go through, pulls you closer to what you have, and pulls you further from what you want.
Life is unfair, especially in the unwritten book of love.
1 comment:
unfair and unfairer at that...
as always, your writing is amazing... you have such a knack for writing emotion, even if it's heartache... i'm always taken by your words...
hope you're well zoo
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