There's one thing that I
don't want to admit; I know what my heart feels and
what I should do
but I'm so afraid, stubborn and proud that I can't accept that is
over.
That it is time to let it
go.
It is when I feel most
terrified and desperate about everything, when he comes and shows me that
there are still little things to smile about (so I realize my problems are
not everything)