i know God won't give me any chances to get back to you, because if He gave me just one more day to live a life like there's nothing happened between me and you, i'll probably take you on a run, runaway from everything and everyone
i really push myself on my leather crafting journey, prematurely started. but it wasn't a bad idea, cause this is always my dream to do this, and to live the memories of the future i couldn't have.
i still see you in my head wearing all the products i'll make.
pathetic, i know.
i don't know what to believe, you hate me, you care about me, none of it matters. i lost you, so none of it matter. your happiness is my absence, i can't hold on to the love i have for you as if it will come back, you did let me go, so why don't i?