traffic thoughts.

.pretence

I hope you regret your decision.
Because I'm sure it was the wrong one. I'm sure we're both missing an oppurtunity because you destroyed it all. I hope you come back to the place you've left before, and I hope I won't be there on that time. I'm learning to walk away right now, but it's hard. It's so fucking hard. You don't know how hard I want to hold on. But you can't ask me to stay if you're already gone. Do you understand? You just can't tell me you hope we'll meet at that place when all you're doing is being with her. It just doesn't make sense anymore. And I think, now, I finally understand who you really are.
- Maybe I've fallen in love with just the idea of you.