Friday, 22 October 2010


I wanted a perfect ending, now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

When I see your last smile, and I know it's not for me, that's when I'll miss you. I know that was the end.

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