So as of right now, I
know what's best for me. And that's to get over him, even
though I can't. My life is still lingering over every drop of
love he has ever giving me. Even though I may not have always
seen that love, I know it was still there, and like a fool, I let
go of something so special to me, it was something I never knew I
needed. And I had him.. and now as every tear I cry, I watch him
slip further and further away from me. And it's my fault.
It's my fault I let him make me cry, and its my fault I am
dealing with pain and misery. But if this is love... I'd do
it all over again.