I, somehow, think I need to be fixed. That I am half and I need another half to make me complete. To make up for the things you made me think I lack of. But what I didn't see before, is that I am one. And no matter how hard the world is trying to destroy that thought, I'm gonna fight it away.
Everything are just thoughts in the end, aren't they?
Mostly, I am sorry that I've let you came into my life and make me think that I was damaged, half broken, that I needed to be fixed. Right on the time when I needed to discover that I was one.
I wish I'd known better.
But we can't know better until knowing better is completely useless.
Just tell me you wanna go.
On April 28 2017 at Belleville, New Jersey, United States 281 Views