Its amazing how something you so hard worked for is snatched away by the unknown. A simple miss understanding. Now to live a life of maybe or what if(s) we will never know. It wont be known because we are clouded. It's said all good things come to an end, but do they vanish from our memories? How do you rip them off your heart along with all the memories that changed your life? Its easy to hate me for what you think I did. As easy for me to resent the things you thought of me. Because true love hurts less when it comes to an end if the love turns into hate its simple to walk away.
