Wednesday, November 30
you could never wish for things to be the same again. it would never be.
i'd be lying if i said it would not sadden me at all. but i now that i know things, i could not bear to turn back again. maybe it's best for things to be this way, cold and silent. it cannot be true that i dearly want to believe what i heard. it hurts just to look at you that way. that is why they say innocence is bliss, for it burns my insides to look at things with my eyes more knowledged, thereby less blissed.
i hope you're happy. i know you'll be. when you think you want someone to be there, just knock. there may be someone who'd still love you as much as before. or not.