Has we reached the point where we no longer has anything to talk about?
From the very beginning, I dread for this moment. The moment we dont even say a word. The moment I start to feel bored and wish you will do something. The moment I dont know what you are thinking.
What will become of us?
It seems that it is the end of us. How can this be the ending? I dont understand.
Do we let it fade or should we try to rekindle it?
I want this to work. I want it to last. I want it to grow to a whole new level. I wish for more.
~~~ An inspiration in the car a day ago ~~~
~~~ Purely imagination. No ulterior motive ~~~
~~~ Honestly it has no meaning ~~~
~~~ Pure crap ~~~