A thin line between a lie and a simple truth. Well, telling the truth were never simple. You asked me whether i meant all those those things i said to you. And i said yes. Deep down inside i really hope you meant the same way too when you said he's just a friend. I hope its true. And also those special words that you said to me. I hope you really meant it because i really do.
Everything you are just lies. Lies from the start. Now, i know. I'll take my leave. Vowed never to be contacted by you. All those sweet nutings are now, just thin fractures of glass that pierced deep within. I should have known. The signs was there.
Things may still be new. Still fresh. We might not have seen each other. But im curious about you. Should i go for it? Or should i take a step back? Too fast? Or probably just nice? Different? Or just the same? Its weird. We knock it off real good. Took us barely a day to be really comfortable with each others company. Do i love you? Like you? Or just this feeling that i've never felt for a long time, needed? I'm sure am cooking up a storm. Let's see where this lady takes me to.