get out.
i once read somewhere that in any relationship,the one who cares the least is the one with all the power. she had all the power now,because she didnt care at all any more. she's out of my life, no?
i should have known,the romantic ones are always the worst. the hearts and flowers brigade. the ones who promise never to let you down,the ones who promise to love you for long,always the worse. because they always need that new fix. that regular shot of romance.
that's the trouble with a relationship so close,when it comes undone,you're left with one one.
done a runner,
gone,
scarpered.
i thought,when will i see
you again.
and out of the blue,you appeared right infront of me. you call that fate or pure coincidence?
