Our days are numbered,
and we know we're not getting younger.
But it's nights like these that make you
not really care.

miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2012

Running away (from the feelings)

"I have tried my best to come up with the best words to say what's been hidding deep inside of my heart for some months already", she admitted, "but, somehow, I can't find a better way to tell you this than these three little words that mean everything to me."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had opened her mouth, she was going to tell him but eventally shut her mouth and stayed still.

"I--I should go."

Three little words.

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