Its half past eleven. Your memory still haunts my soul. Well, it did. Not now. I don’t regret you. I heard what you said. I wish I could hold you near me again and forget the past. I wish you could see how I saw you. I wish that my memory of you will become a reality once more.
Alas, it can’t be. I want to believe. it doesn’t make sense .
Blind faith has already drove two knifes through my heart. Your words deceive my ears but your actions speak the truth. Yet, I ask of you.
If that is how you truly feel, make me believe as well. Show me you can mean it. Because I want to take one final leap of faith with you. Only instead of falling once more to a certain darkness, we can fly away freely to the moon and beyond. But I need you to light the way this time.
Prove it to me that what you say isn’t just words. Believe in yourself. Trust us.
