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Some would say everything happens for a reason, others can say it's a perfect 
mistake, regardless it has happened. I wish I could tell you what has happened 
but I don't know. "Always go with your gut feeling" people say. Right now, I 
don't know what to say. When it comes to you I just have no words so for 
once I'll give you a blank page, a picture with no words.

It's too late to run away from it all. It took a broken phone and a whole 90 
minutes of reading old conversations for me to realise that we might have just 
crossed the line. You wanted to do something no one could do. You wanted to 
save me from me. So you tried, you didn't succeed but then again you've 
never really understood the word failure. I admired the way you came with a 
black and white approach, but I was stunned at how colorful it was. There was 
this great complex simplicity about you. You knew what you were doing and 
you had so many ways in doing it. You had the ability to make a minute feel like 
an hour when we spoke. I can't describe you. Unique has been said so many 
times you'd sound mediocre. 

Even though we've crossed the line, I don't want to go back. At the same time 
it seems like we're too fragile to move forward. So I'd like us to break. Break 
out of this cocoon and show our true colours, become new beings. I just want 
it to be the real me and you. Its pointless trying to edit a finished script so let's 
leave the past as it is.

I know you have the ability to draw which is why I'll give you a blank page. Not 
with the intention to draw a picture on paper, but let the paper draw pictures in 
your brain. Since you not a fan of pointless things, may every pencil have a 
point sharp enough to draw a clear future. Take the rubber you barely use and 
rub the insecurities of your past away. If you allow us to break, we don't need 
trust issues. The only issue we'll have is if this trust will ever end. I can tell that 
you care about me. You don't mind the fact that you weren't the first but you 
don't want to be the last because you believe that there are some things I 
simply have to do alone. But what's funny is that you'll soon understand that if 
someone becomes apart of you they are you're "alone." So don't be scared we 
can be alone together no one needs to know.

You. You won't be a last because with the word "last" there's an end. We'll 
never have an end. We have 26 years to become six and twenty. 26 years to 
become greater. Think about it. Your curiosity has killed me.

2014/07/14
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