Especially if much love and care was poured in, without a tint of regret.
It happened. Yet again.
Maybe i should really start meditating.
These multiple occurances is making me deprived.
Of what i had imagined it'd be like ever since 12.
"oh here it goes again."
Sleepless nights and nervous breakdowns all over again.
Strike 3.
Fareed is prolly sick of my same ol' shit, but hes hanging in there.
For me, for his BFF. <3
And from the bottom of my heart, i would like to extend my deepest gratitude towards his never ending encouragement and his own style words of wisdom. =D
"As i was just about to anchor my heart, he pulled back the rope and stabbed it off."
23 gunshots would have not have caught a person dead, but three heartbreaks in a row seems enough.