I thought we would made it. I thought nothing could ever stop us. ...
But now... you're gone. Still in my mind though. Can't help it out.
I am happy when you're speaking to me. But when you're away I'm thinking of you, us, the possibility. And my head says no.
Don't get it wrong. It's not like you're not awesome but I am not awesome enough for you. You already have so many important persons and things in your live. I don't think there's enough space for me for us. Because I'm getting sick every day, every minute, every second you are not texting me.
It's killing me slowly. I have to stop fighting for us.
Show me that you want me and you will get me. But don't play with me like this. I am sick of it. I am done with it!
Keep on rocking. Rock your dreams.
But do not dream your life.
xoxo RB
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