I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry ‘coz I can’t be what you want. Who you deserve.
You’re so intense, both mature and immature in different ways. You’re successful, strong and amazing, you’re someone to look up to. An idol of some kind. You have ambitions, plans for the future and a plane ticket to the USA. You have all it takes to become someone really successful, respectful, someone with a nice family and a loving husband.
And I… I sometimes just wonder whether I could make you stay. Whether I could do such thing. Crush your dreams, chain you to my back, carry the weight of your lost hopes… Am I strong enough, am I cruel enough to do such thing? Could I bear the consequences? Could i make you… happy?
So tell me what to do. Tell me to stop you if you want to be stopped. Tell me to encourage you to go if you’re not going to stay anyway. Tell me, could i make you happy?
I don’t seem to be able to think clearly from all those pills called… i guess they are called salvation.
Ave et vale.
