I've begun to realize that maybe the world is telling me that I don't need love. Every time I try, again and again, something happens. You didn't mean to leave.... but you have to. You have no choice. So I guess that means we won't be growing up together. We won't be experiencing things together. It's just a matter of if you're willing to wait. Till the day we can see each other again. And if you're not... then I'll just be here. Alone. Again.
Rojo









