Oct 2, 2011
I'm afraid that one day, we'll both stop trying.
We'll let the memories fade and the moments pass by.
All those conversations would be meaningless whispers in the wind.
One of us will eventually leave.
The other will pretend to not care.
And we'll forget it like it never happened.
We'll deny ever falling in love.
Even when it's our sweet first.
We'll say that it was nothing.
Even when we both know that it might as well be everything.
We'll end up just like everyone else.
Scarred and alone, lying to each other, lying to everyone, lying to ourselves.
That is what I'm afraid of.
But I'm already letting it happen.