I’ve never found myself in this position, the sense of guilt, knowing that there is no other way but none, the feeling that it’s not exactly what you wanted but it’s there. It’s rather confusing, tiring even, to conform to behaviors that is expected, to think that we all deserve to be seen...

I wasn't expecting any of this to happen... and I meant that in a good way. I was drawn to you. A depiction of someone I never thought existed; a gentle heart, a kind soul, something rare that I would have thought guys like you cease to exist. Yet I'm not exactly sure if I'm even saying it right....

This is how it's suppose to end isn't it? The sad goodbyes, the whole you needed to see me before you go kind of thing. I couldn't bring myself to it. I'm not good with goodbyes nor am I good with dealing emotions I buried a long time ago. I just didn't want to feel it anymore. Yet when I saw...