We decided we won't fall, and maybe we did.
We decided we won't tell each other "I love you", and maybe we did.
Maybe we're just friends, friends who sometimes kiss.
Maybe we're not meant to be each other's, forever, but maybe, all we have is this: The yearning to hug, to kiss, to melt in each other's arms, to be lost in each other's eyes.
Maybe we're not meant to be, then why we're there for each other when one of us cries?













