jueves, 1 de marzo de 2012

Love will tear us appart...

Now, I'm starting to realise that you may be under the impression that I've never loved you. That's not true. I did. A lot, actually. I loved you. I still do, in a way. I feel that we are bonded, don't know how or why, but that's how I feel it.

People can tell you that I'm not worth it, that I never fought for you and me, for us. They'll think that I'm crazy for letting you go. Maybe They're right. I never was your shoulder to cry on. I'm sorry. What would have happened if I had given us a chance, we will never know.

This is a love letter. In a way.