I preferred if it begins with friendship.
Unknowingly attracted to each other,
And slowly grow from there.
Started with holding hands, then hugs.
Grow with a kiss. And going further after that.
Going through, growing together.
But sometimes, instead of growing closer,
We grow apart.
We do have our obstacles when we're together. It could be the family background, it could be the distance, or status.
Both will try to work it out.
Somehow one of us will get tired.
And decided to let it go.
And one of us might still be struggling and holding on.
Who is right, who is wrong?
It doesn't matter.
We will grow from the tears we shed,
From mending our broken heart.
It should get better. The next one should be happier.
And just some thoughts about my experience. If history repeat, if same thing happening again.
Could it be, I never change? Could it be, I never stop and take a look and think? Could it be?
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