Remember this?
We were in a place, where some people are hiding underneath a holy skin and they keep it preserve while they are burning inside. People threw rocks at me, they kept on throwing until I bled. They were rejoicing, together they were celebrating while hiding their real face. Then you came when I was about to fall and you cover me with your sympathy. I've been denying it, but I know deep inside, YOU WERE THERE when I was a damsel in distress. YOU WERE MY HEROINE.
I miss my hero... the old you.
