She told me she can't be with me,but she can't be on her own either.
Couldn't stand the loneliness,and even more difficult was letting someone into her life.
She couldn't admit that I was the one. Others didn't appear.
Or they did but I don't know .
We hooked on to each other as if we are alone in this world.
In the beginning, everything went smoothly, although we didn't take anything seriously, but as time passed, it was just two of us.
I'm not sure that I was what she was waiting for, and she wasn't for me either.
Just a habit, fate, having no other.
I don't know whether we loved each other, if we did, we weren't aware of it.
Everything happened to us by the way.The moment whether to stay or to stop.
She wasn't with others because of me,I wasn't because of her too.
Maybe she could have done better.Maybe I could do better.
And in the end, a long night in which we don't know whether we are starting or ending.
Do we love each other or despise?Do we know what we want or just repeat repeatedly?
Thousands of mixed emotions and questions with them
We didn't say anything else, we just split.
And that split lasts,and it lasts and lasts.
Never pass. Never come.
It will pass.It will come.
It's just a question to whom?