you

it seems like the closer we grow the further we're becoming.
as time passes by, more and more walls are put up, more and more valleys are dug. yet, in some weird way, all the more i want to know you, all the more i wish that i could have a bigger part in your life.

and all the more i feel the cuts...

it's the process of growth. i wonder if we'll make it. i really dont know, but i will try as much as i can. i'll be here for you.. i'm sorry you dont have a shoulder to cry on. i used to be one. i remember. i'm sorry you dont have a listening ear. i used to be one too. i still remember. of course i do. maybe it was something i did. or something i said. or maybe it was nothing..
it was the 'nothing' i did... the 'nothing' i said..

it's not too late.. is it? when masks are removed.. when we can love... and when..
we see the tears once again.

you're beautiful to me. always were. pretty photos never did enough justice. thats why i didnt like them much. stay like that. i'll take you as you are..