together
Right now I'm typing this post while listening to The Script's The Man Who Can't Be Moved. I used to hum this song when I helped you pack your things up from your boarding house cause you were moving out. This song also reminds me when you were mad, I couldn't contact you, and I kept sending you so many apologetic messages saying how sorry I was.
It was like, a year and a half back when we were still physically together. We did things together. You would pick me up for dinner then we went home together. Everything was almost perfect. You are, perfection. Thinking of you right now cause me ache. For I can't reach you. I don't really know who you are. Things change. You change. Everything turns to be more difficult.
I'm trying to hang on.
It was like, a year and a half back when we were still physically together. We did things together. You would pick me up for dinner then we went home together. Everything was almost perfect. You are, perfection. Thinking of you right now cause me ache. For I can't reach you. I don't really know who you are. Things change. You change. Everything turns to be more difficult.
I'm trying to hang on.