You wanted to show me so badly that you could make it without me. You got your way.
Don't you dare to say that I didn't fight. I fought for the both of us. When you no longer would, I gave in on what you wanted.
I loved you so fucking much that I let you go, no matter how I felt.
So stop bulshitting around. If you loved me, you should've done something.
+ That's the problem. You were always too much to me.
Don't hide behind your version of what happened.
You walked away, and I'm not running after any one any more.
[ bericht aangepast op 23 april 2015 - 20:26 ]
Feel the fire, but do not succumb to it.