Ugh. I tell you. Sometimes I feel like just calling her.

Scream out loud.

" I love you, now please, just know this - you're able to break me, But I'm sure as hell you can make me happy."

And for her to respond,

"Err. Okay? So... You feeling alright?"

I just can't find a way to talk to her. I know she cares. But it's weird for me.
Sometimes I feel like pouring my heart out to her, there's lots of things she doesn't know about me... But I can't find a way to say it. To tell her.

But then.
I live in a generation that believes conformity is individuality...

Sometimes I feel... For her to even care that bit...
I'm asking for too much.

Then again, my life just sucks like that.

Woman, read this, realise. I love you. With all my heart. And I'm not gonna let you go.
You may not know. And you may not care.
But just look back... I'll be there for you.
Times when you're happy, I'll celebrate by you.
Times when you're down, I'll cry for you.
And times when you just don't want to go any further...
I'll carry you on. All the way there...

And I mean it.


It's coming down to nothing more than apathy.