If only I could turn back the time, I wouldn't waste any second in my life, so I could spend every bit of it with you. Now, all I can do is to regret the chances I didn't take. Those chances to hug you longer and tighter, to feel you more, to stare at you, to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me.
It happened during those few seconds, yet I know I'll question myself hundreds of unanswered what-ifs until the day I die.
"You may be the right girl for me but I guess I'm not the right guy for you." That's what he said before leaving me.
"After what they did to us, they are now laughing and having fun as if they deserve it. They don't. What they really deserve is to rot, not in jail but in hell. I'll find them. And one by one, I will kill them. I don't care if I'll go to hell with them, as long as I am the one who's gonna guide them."
Depression doesn't have just one face or guise. The smiles people are wearing could be a defense mechanism and just an external façade. Talk to them and don't just listen, hear them.
I've always loved fairy tales and I didn't know I could write one. My own fairy tale. Everything felt so real. I know he is real. Or maybe everything is really just a tale?