I was on my weakest part of life when I met him.
He was broken too, but never left my side. He protects, console and believe in me.
I was enchanted with his pitch paired eyes...so deep that it will drown you.
Scattered on a summer night, he began to change in a man I loathed the most.
The shines and hope in my eyes, finally found its way to the wind.
It fades.
In the final break he failed to embrace me.
Will he embrace me again as I started to embrace him too?
