flymoniker

Sometimes all you want is to believe. But nobody can ever stop change in its tracks, not you, not i, not us. Just a while ago I was all poised to write about you, to thank you for everything and everyday you gave and still am giving me. Words that I can never articulate properly in front of you. Words that never seem to come out right. But though the internet is boundless, it is a small world. Everything we do leaves a track. And I found yours.

It's never going to stop, is it? You craft this paradise for me to revel in it for a moment and then rip it apart as and when you feel like it. Then you build it up once more. And tear it down again. How morbid is that? It's like baking a cake. Step one, win the girl. Step two, play hard to get. Step three, break her heart. Repeat when preferred.

Just when I thought things can't get any worse, it did.