"You'll get over it...' It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not erased by anyone but death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit.
you ask me to stop everything , but why ? i dind't do anything that hurt you isn't ?
okey i will stop everthing . i will follow your ask . but you must remember that i won't forgive you .
sorry to say . i try to forgive you . i try . but you don't have to blame me if i hate you .
