Saturday, April 23, 2011

pieces of the history

Once in my past, I remember holding a hand so tight thinking that it would be mine for the rest of my life. I gave my whole heart and built my future around him, and solely on what he wants. He's the reason of all my actions. One day, I had to let him go, I had to let go of his hand. Let everything I built go, leaving the future so vague. I want to hold on so bad but things went downhill. We went separate ways, I wished him the best. Hoping someone would give him the best that I failed to give.

I am sorry.

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