It wouln't bring us back. bahkan jika aku yang menghubungimu lagi. Kamu punya kehidupan baru. and i have no right to mess with that. The warmth of your presence, the one i crave so desperately, would only be momentary.
A small flame that just makes the empty space feels even colder.
But like a moth drawn to a flame. i fear the very thing that could destroy me further. the warmth of reaching out again. that's what i'm talking about.
Sebuah hasrat untuk hancur dalam kesunyian, untuk mendengar suaramu, bahkan ketika aku tahu, api yang ada dalam kehangatan itu hanya akan membakarku lagi. it's an never ending cycle. Even tho you're not the same as before, memikirkanmu masih menarikku jauh kedalam perasaan itu. It's scary to think about the possibility of running towards you again. Begging for love that has long since died.
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Mr. Red Jacket
RomanceThis Book is dedicated for one person only. Please don't read this book without my permission.
