bleached_harmonies
We walk different paths; we lead different lives. Why again then we thought, that our roads would merge. I am not sure anymore. Not of me, not of us. I just hope that you’ll be okay, even on your darkest days; that you’ll wait for the sun to rise even on the rainy ones. The thing you know, that hurts me the most, is that the harder I try not to hurt you, the more that I do. Perhaps I am the monster here. . . not the Angel that you mistook me for.