I won't let it kill me. Not another time. I made you once strong and now you are making me. I won't pretend it doesn't hurt, to tell you the truth it hurts as hell, but I won't show it anymore. And I know you are too in pain and I admire you for looking so normal. And I know that you still love me like I do, I know that when you see me it's like a knife inside your chest because you can't hug me. You can't feel me.
I don't regret anything because it meant nothing to me. The day was inappropriate though, but I had no choice, I'm sorry.Don't worry about a thing. Every little thing gonna be alright.
Oh, and that was the most childish and pointless thing you have ever done. That's bullshit. Grow up darling. See you at 29. If you can handle it. If I want to.Things that shouldn't be done is drama.
Drama is complicating.
Complication is interesting.
Interest can be dangerous.
Danger can be devastating.
Devastation is painful.
Pain may lead you to the end.
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
P.S. I never hugged him. Not for a single second.