there is something odd about life.
it can make you want to live life to the fullest moment, and make you want to die the next.
it's something no one has protection from.
i've had both these things happen to me.
i'll remember all the good things that have yet to come.
but i get a vague feeling of unfufillment i blame on you.
why did you have to be perfection- the absolute perfection that ended up being my ultimate downfall.
sometimes, i take extra long to walk next you.
talk too loud to my friends, screaming for them to let go of my bags.
hoping to catch your attention.
as much a it pains me to say, i regret even giving you a second thought.
there's no point in crying over someone i won't ever know.
i dont think i'll ever forget you, regret does that to people.
i want to let you go, but i'm afraid of what might happen if i did.
