Why, why now? Why this late? Why these thoughts?
If it weren't for all these stories in my head, I'm sure at this point I'll be doing exactly what I stopped me to do.
I just haven't picture this, like this before.
I just hate how everything turns out to be and how nothings ends up the way I wish.
We are nothing but fear, glances and old memories together
Mates, but not the "soul" kind.
