Sometimes I think that it's better, to never ask why;
Made a huge detour in life just to realise what I needed is not what I had.
I know, it's easy to start something, but hard to face the truth when you know you have to let it go, you have to let it end to see something good coming out of it.
I guess it's about time - I'm scared, uncertain, and worried what I might face/have to face in the near future - but I guess I really just wanted to be happy.
I realised in the end I wanted the kind of love - one that will fight for you even when you have no fight left to give.
For it to be shelter, the sun, the essential, the pillar.
The other half.