Do you remember the day when we met? We both fell in love with each other.
What happened? You Left.
But did you just 'leave', or did you leave? But what was my fault in this? I respected our relationship? I expected it'd all be okay?
You gave up on everything! You had a hard time holding up. Did you remember the good days over the bad ones? The ones that gave us strength. Together.
Those days, those lazy days, when I used to kiss your forehead and tell you it'll all be okay?
The times when I used to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you told me you got butterflies. The way I protected you, more than I could protect myself.
Will i able to protect myself this time? Will I be able to protect you this time? Will this time be any different? Is this 'this time' a real thing, or it's just some unreal fantasy. I hope this is a 'this time', but there can never be.
