I don't really know what I want at times. I just live everyday like how it goes; cry when I fall, up on my feet and move on again. This cycle just repeats. Perhaps that's life.
P.s I have to control myself from texting or calling you because we know we are not going to go back to the past when the problem of us being like this remains. Perhaps that's me who always drew a clear line to everything. Friends shall behave as friends. I miss you though.
I:)phone