I chose to walk through a closed door,
although there is an open door for me.
I read your blog today. Yes, you. It is a pretty long blog. In fact, I was scrolling away till I read a post. I thought it was some kind of LMAO post, but I did not realised about it till I read for the second time. No offense, that is why I am blogging now.although there is an open door for me.
I realised that how many much times of chances that I had let go because of her, and one of it is you. I know that I had poured more than enough of sacrifices, but till the end, I ended up nothing. I gave up nearly everything in my life for her, without realising that I had harm myself. I brought myself into a world that there is only her, no other else. I am wrong. I never thought of the day where she is not in the world anymore, I will be alone, going through each pages of my life.
I would like to turn back to the pages, tear it off, and write a new story again. But everything is too late. Everything is written permanently, as if it was being carved. I would like to make my choices again, but everything is too late. Each choices that I had made became mistakes. Without noticing that life is just that complicated.
I would like to turn back to the pages, tear it off, and write a new story again. But everything is too late. Everything is written permanently, as if it was being carved. I would like to make my choices again, but everything is too late. Each choices that I had made became mistakes. Without noticing that life is just that complicated.
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