I never thought that this story wouldn't last.
Everything seemed so fine and perfect; just like the sight of the night sky that was full of stars, when we've tried to count them and wish as each one of them falls down. You're the brightest star that I ever been called mine. Every twinkle of your eyes really brighten up my dark nights. You were so perfect.
We faced each day together and always find it hard to end; just like a kid that can't leave his playmates.
As the time passes by, the days been so cold, the feelings fade and hearts been hard as stone. Lots of fights and pointless argues appeared. It's never my mistake, not even yours. Everything changed in a snap. It's just like a perfect day that ended with a rain that causes the stars not to show up. It was like that. Tears were endlessly falling, words were kept and left unsaid.
I was like a flower that you picked. As you walk along the garden, you noticed another flower and dumped me to pick it. Was my thorns hurt you that much? Was it the reason why you dumped me that easy? Is she the type of flower you're really looking for? If that so, I'm sorry.
Our story was like a fairytale that started once upon a time, but it doesn't ended happily. I thought that it would last, but it was just my fantasy.
As you walk out of my life, please leave the door open, so I can see you walk safe. Don't worry, I won't chase you. I will stay right here where you exactly left me. I will be fine, so don't you worry.
Every beginning has it's own ending. I guess we've already reached ours. And so, goodbye.