I painted the blackest picture of me possible. The whys of our situation. What is really proceeding ? Before long I began to cry.. I felt so out of place, so desperate and misunderstood. I was lost inside. I had no direction and no idea how to get it. My mind was totally in disaster, describe it as a whirlpool that can make you fall anytime. Indeed, unsteady on my feet, I stumbled as I tried to stand up holding on by the edge of the bedside, but, I fell. Different souls surrounded me, their lives were so different, and what I had been through would be so foreign to them. They simply wouldn't know how to help, even if they could. After all, I was living in my life, my own world, and I didn't know what to do. How could I expect that anyone else would ? Real love is a very demanding, a selfish creature to understand. I just didn't know what it was. I managed to bury my emotions and my fears even deeper than I could ever figment it. My heart was filled with months of agony, enraged, cramped misery. There simply wasn't room for anymore hurt. What hurt me the most was the feeling of.. mistrust, misunderstanding, accusatory. I guess we both have to procrastinate to the interval of a period of time, my love awaits for you. I know we'll have a promising future. You will, you will summon me back. Invariability, because you still love me, and I still love you.