I thought sometime alone was what we really needed. You said this time would hurt more than it helps, but I couldn’t see that. I thought it was the end of a beautiful story and so I left the one I loved at home to be alone… alone… and I tried to find out if this one thing is true…

I’d rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else. I’d rather be beside you in a storm than safe and warm by myself. I’d rather have hard times together than to have it easy apart…

And then I met someone and thought she could replace you. We wasted time because she was not you. We had a lot of fun even though we knew we were faking it. Love was not impressed with our connection built on lies, silly lily lies. So I’m right here because I found this one thing is true…

I can’t blame you if you turn away from me, like I’ve done to you. I can only prove the things I say with time. I’d rather have the one who holds my heart… and you know it…

All these thinking about personal life has got me into a distraught position. Posting eternally personal thoughts has become a boon. Writing them down (or more correct, doodled) in my scrapbooks will be the new way to get it all out. I guess, I need to get back in shape…