Who would care for what I really feel inside? I am man..
I may look hard and sometimes a pinhead when it comes to your emotions. but I am not an open book and you know it. I only opened up myself to you when I started to feel trusting you. Am I supposed to cry for a love that can be replaced after a week or a month? Am I strong or weak? If I will not cry in front of you will you think I am heartless? If I cry and you see, will you consider it as my sincerity for your well-being that I did not mean to harm?
From all my strength I found my weakness..and that is you. I am so sorry I did not get to protect you from my secrecies and lies. You should know, it does not mean I want to hurt or leave you..Sometimes, I want to know and feel how much you would want me back after a mistake. You are always the right one for me. Believe it or not, I do not have a wandering eye..and I only have your wonderful eyes. Look at me, you have made a loyal fan out of me. If I am the reason for all your tears, I am not afraid that one day He will ask all of these from my already under pressured soul. I want to show you my honesty and sincerity...my love.
How I'd wish you could see me now..see a memory of your beautiful face in my sad and lonely face. What can a man do after a separation? Cry? Have fun? Meet a woman or two? Two thousand and two hundred fifty five days with you and after that..a million years without you. A million light years without the light. The sun and the moon have proclaimed their allegiance to you beautiful one..The brightest star that dazzled the life in me. Why have all the stars lessened their sparkles when you left? What kind of a man I was and I made you leave.
Woman, you left me at exact seven-thirty in the evening..from then on my clock do not tick..the time in my heart is always an hour before you left. I was burning for the last time I felt the last warmth of your love. I could not imagine myself said the word, I Love You in the way I said it to you for the first time. Is this really how it feels when its at its end? Isn't it funny that we only feel the burning flame at the start and at the end..
My sweet and tender kiss. My soft cry. My crazy sleepless nights. My mesmerizing beautiful days..
Come back to me..before summer arrive..
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