How many times have I done it? Nothing good comes out of it. Still I pretended.
Hay. The problem is probably with me. I'm not so good with it. I can't dance. And they say it takes two to tango..
But probably, had I seen something I can hold on to, I might hold on till forever. But there's nothing. Nothing.
And now I'm giving up.
Yeah, I've decided. I'm satisfied with the moments. I have the memories. I always have the memories.
I'll drop it. For good. There's probably something for me beyond the horizon. And I have to leave this.
He would have been perfect.
But I guess it doesn't exist. It won't.
It didn't.
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