you gotta hear this one song. it will change your life i swear.

...thats what she said. i found 54 unpublished, unwritten old post. and I'm thinking why I never finished it, why i never started it. not much has changed since the last unwritten sentence was scribbled. last night he told her that the worst thing that can happen is that in 6 months they part and she will remember him and he will always remember her. worst that can happen. taste that sentence as I'm writing it. honestly, i think the fact that they will remember each other is pretty bad already. the story he shared with her was cute i must admit; first it was one night stand, he thought she was hot. than he start to think she is different from all the other one night sweeties he used kill wee hours with. he is not sure when he started to love her, he thinks it was when she started to occupy his mind during most random occasions. than one morning he woke up next to her and he knew that he couldn't leave her nor the feeling of her skin. but it wasn't until that sunday morning when she fucked up, that he realized how much he loved her, too much apparently. her story (which she didn't share completely with him) is not bad either; first it was a urge, the boredom in her drove her to him. she didn't know why she needed it, her actions were on auto mode and even if she wanted to stop herself she was not able to. it ran it course naturally and one day she was standing there out on the street crying while he was holding her. she knew even before how much she liked him, loved him but she always needs to fuck things up. boredom knocking on the door again. there are moments she hardly can't remember, there has been simply too many moments. but it wasn't until she started to push herself away from him that he hugged her again although it was tough love. he broke done her old cynical wall for now and asked her to start on a new page. thats when she realized that she doesn't only loved him, she respected him. so what do we do about this little pickle we find us in. where does this story go. i might not follow the easy road up the mountain but i shall keep on going. if i fall down (its not like i had not done that before) than let the pain sip in, don't erase the scars on my soul cause it took me many mistakes to get them. and I'm still here.