So I was blocked. I don't know why though. Maybe he doesn't want to have any memory of me.
It's his turn to go...for good. Tomorrow.
I promised myself not to write anything about you...but then again i did. I broke that promise. Like all the other promises we made...broken. Into pieces, shattered like the memories and dreams of you and me.
i just have one request...dont forget about me. Your dora. Your brightest star. It never changed. If you look at the sky at night...look at the stars...and the brightest one would still be me. Maybe not in this lifetime boots...maybe not in this lifetime.
