Even though I'm the one, not me ...

It's been a long time I do not hear the phone call from him, not even the regular chat night, not even exchanged pictures through the computer screen, the smiles, the emo ... Also quite long time, my life almost is not much more waiting, no longer filled the pages of love, or the plan long-term for you, you.

I remember after the last email, reminding words and mere words on screen: "Happy happy to you okay!" She hurriedly turned away, preventing tears from falling. But you know, my eyes were blurry water long ago. I wish at that moment I could blow a little bit of love burning in me, to keep him with you. I wish I could say sweet words to him not to leave me so cold ...

I also know that what we go nowhere as great with him away from me. Do not say that distance is nothing, meaningless space for love. The philosophy that was ever true, they were also wrong. As time went by, I realized not only how far to push you and me for the first two paths that can not hold back the emotions are running dry. We're dreaming dreams in the deep darkness and forced to wake up one day when pulling the chaos.

I did not push him towards you with all pride and stubbornness. He was sad. I know. I was sad a lot, you know? Often the most persistent back pain can not be distilled into words. In moments of weakness, I think as far exceeds all come down on him as he and promises. I was almost desperate desire among memory. No one knows. Only that night.

Like that moment, I had to silence him disappear from my world, I was silent all these days later. Pat yourself with reason, to soothe his sad memories, locked heart with nostalgia. Sometimes you've heard ocean waves, have heard someone mention about that place, and saw his footprints in the sand long run. Anyway, please feel this peaceful lull, ask silently watching him from a far horizon.

I will bless you. Sure. Even though I'm the one, not me. I will smile at the thought of a single moment of life that this chaos, I was once his happiness, though fragile titles morning dew. Knowing the dawn dew will melt up but then the sun shining, glittering dream of deep darkness.