There is one thing that I need to tell you, but I just didn't want to.
And now it becomes the thing that I have to tell you, but I just.. can't.
I can't find the right time to tell you
I can't figure out the right words to not hurt you.
If only you read this..
I'm leaving, soon. My love.
P.s. and it used to be a good news to me.
so much love,