Right person, wrong time;
right script, wrong line;
right poem, wrong rhyme;
and a piece of your heart that was never mine...
He had wrote, leaving the note folded neatly on the side table.
And the moment she woke up, her heart would be broken.
He knew that, he wish it never happened.
he wanted to just sit down, on the ground, and just be done with everything
but for now.
It was time to move on.
