Sitting at Cha-Cha-Cha talking about all the great memories we had over the last few months only opened up more emotional discomfort. And then you cried, those tears leaving me hanging and helpless. This was never meant to be serious. You knew about what I have been through, how its been and how it was gonna turn out. Yet, we gave too much….
If only things could be different. I would risk it all because for me, end of the day I have nothing too lose. And hope you know that I meant it this time, every single word. Maybe, if everything works out – in a year we can try this all over again –