Pardon me while I burst

Ive had enough of the world and people's mindless
games. Pardon me, pardon me.

I tried reaching out, honeyS. God knows how much I wanted to reach out, I swear. Thing is, you didnt respond. Not even a smile from you to make things way better. It's so true. All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away. You're too far for me to hold now, dear. And to think I expected to hold you, my loved ones, for as long as forever. You're just way too far. I wanted to, but I guess you want to move
farther and farther. How can that be possible? Where the hell did I go wrong? I lost a friend.

I sometimes get teary-eyed thinking about the lost possibility. We could've been friends forever. What's stopping us now, anyway? God, how I hope it's not hatred. I love you still for me not to accept the possibility that it's anger that's keeping us back.

I need you to hear me. I need you to stop. I need you not to stop. Understand?

Look, I've been starting everything with an I. Stop with all the "you guys". For all you know, there's "us guys" who's hurt all the time with all you're "you guys".

It hurts, you know. One day you wake up and its not the same. I get through the day fine, happy in most days, but when I begin to think of the US, it's like waking
up to a whole new reality. Sometimes, I don't want to accept the fact its true, but what can I ever do when you want things the way they are now? And if by any chance that you actually don't want this situation, I don't feel that feeling from you at all. You once told me you miss me. I do too, dear. But after that, what?!

Don't you guys feel it too? I know you're not that jaded. So what's the point of all these drama? It's not amusing anymore. Day after day we move farther from each other. Don't you feel anything at all?! I hope you're not asuming that I want this for us 'cause I really don't. Shit, I have so many fucking questions. Why does this have to happen anyway?

Just tell me now, what will it be?

Honeyversarry

Three years man.Who would have thought?

Love is not love which alters when alterations finds it, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no,it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering barque, whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
- W. Shakespeare

When I'm with you Bub, I feel the safest. Being with you shows me that even with all the hatred in this fucked up world, there's this one person who can make things way better. I love you always, that will never alter. Happy Anniversary.