He wrote, "Maybe, we won't meet again. Maybe, in another life, we won't waste time Before telling each other -- I love you."
"So long, huh?" said he smiling. "Not at all! I just saw you yesterday," said she. His smile turned to a huge grin when she concluded, "In my dream."
What if our story Was predestined, Was written in the stars? What if its end Was already decided, Was sketched out in detail? What if our love Was doomed from the start, Was futile to fight for? What if our separating Was not accidental but Was well-planned? What if this is it? Was it all [...]
Yes, it is time. Rather, time is over. It is time to say goodbye. One way to do it is yours. To pretend it's not time. To pretend there will be more. One way to do it is mine. To face the truth. To say a hearty goodbye. Why not combine our ways? Hug it [...]