this is going to be my last 3 weeks here,
after 3 years, finally, WOHOOOOOOOOOOO!
will i miss this place?
i hate the place, really, this isn't a place worth living for.
but i'm surely gonna miss the people, of course.
i know, i know, i'm not good in saying hello, and much worse in saying goodbye,
then i better say nothing, do i?
anyhow, i have to tell you a thing
i'm gonna miss you so much.
we had such a great time, aren't we?
i just don't know what's happening.
at first i thought time will bring us back, or
maybe time will show us the way, or
time will change the way my brain thinks and my heart feels, or
will change the way you used to be, or
anything,
but we see nothing.
no, you see only things that threatening you,
you refuse to find out whats going on between us.
it ain't about him,
it is you, and i, standing at the edge of the bridge,
no movement, spell nothing,
waiting for the wave to sweep us away.
and i'm afraid, i've told you zillion times that i'm so 'fraid
you just never listen.
did you know how much it hurts last time i told you goodbye?
that my bones start freezing and my eyes get numb.
and now it seems funny that after those times we said goodbye, which hurt me like freakin arse, now i know that this is the last time. isn't it?
we're both tired,
i am far more tired.
is sorry enough?
i'm sorry for making you crazy with those things i did
i'm sorry for not thanking you enough after everything you did for me
i'm sorry for being,
me.
and i need to throw everything away, please, and get back to my books, please, freakin exams.
life is a choice.
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love, Dyn
