Let me be honest with you;
People said that in the end, the one who truly matter to you will make it's way across your mind by the end of the day. And though I'm not a big believer of fate and destiny, I believe in those words. I believe in that--because by the end of the day, at 2 am when I'm alone, in the middle of the dark when I'm far from home, you're the only person that keep crashing into my mind like the realest thing.
Everyone keeps saying that I'm better off without you. But am I? If this--what I'm doing--is right why the hell it hurt so bad?
I spend hundreds of hour to think about us. And each time I try to let go, this little voices in my head keeps saying that maybe this just isn't our time. Maybe we aren't not meant to be--we are a perfect fit for each other, but we just need time. More time to grow. More time to become a better person before we can fall back together.
And I think it's okay to separate for a little while, for a little longer. As long as you know which path to take when you want to come home.
And with every shooting stars, I'd still wish for you--though stars never really fall, and so do you.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
