A second chance doesn’t mean anything unless you learned from your first.
Each time to love, with strong version.
Each time to leave, without any reason.
How can I just, just forget you completely. Someone asked me if i missed you. I didn’t answer. I just closed my eyes. Then I whispered “so much”.
I can’t think of anybody else who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you.
Back to the days.
Such brief moments, I persist in knowing what percentage of me are in ur heart.
Other moments, I seem to just leave this kind of gloominess indifferently.
The past is just too much. It’s hard but you gotta let it go, you gotta accept it in order to recover. Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
Silently, like a cat treads on the mist.
