You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains…
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines…
You say that you love the wind,
But you close your windows when wind blows…
This is why I am afraid; You say that you love me too…
You know when you meet someone and you realize they are something else, like magic?
They make you happy, and your only resolve for that period of time is to revolve yourself around that one person, who, for a very short time, already means a lot to you.
You talk on the phone all night long and he makes you swoon and he says the right words, and finally you’d think, FINALLY SOMEONE SO PROPER. Someone who knows how to talk about the future without scaring you.
He makes you so happy that you believed that there’s no reason for good bye.
You failed to see that you are not his world.
You failed to realize that his life doesn’t revolve around yours.
And when you do, it’s all too late.
Goodbyes were already said.
Not even that, he just went and WALKED OUT OF MY LIFE.
The thought of him going wasn’t the most heartbreaking, it was the future that he held and created with you, the thought of that future just disappearing. The thought of well written love story.
Taken March 14, 2012, my birthday, the train station where you made my dreams come true and where he broke my heart too.