We’re falling apart, maybe it's the end. Maybe it's not. Maybe it's the beginning of the end, I wonder where we go now. Or maybe it's the end of a beginning and a new chapter lies ahead, after-all life is full of surprises.
Beginnings do hide in ends, Mike said.
We don’t know if we’re ever going back, to that place we escaped, quietly, making a mess.
But here’s the funny thing, that place that I still like to call home, is in a pretty bad condition, because who I am and what I grew up with, created much of the mess, got the place dirty, and who she is and what she grew up with won’t let her forget about each one of them, No matter how much I change today, I can't go back in time, I'd do anything to back.
She can imagine all the mess, she can see it, in details, the date, the year, the place, the time, the way it felt, she can’t stop feeling.
We were like fire and ice, I learned the truth of how opposites attract, but you can’t light a match underwater, can you? She is everything I am not that I wish I was- organized, responsible, smart, honest. Maybe that's few of the thousand reasons I loved her, but we learned early in life, that love is never enough.
Thank you for listening.
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