I'm not feeling nice this few days.

Because I heard too much?

I see too much?

I love too much?

I care too much?

I think too much?

I'm learning to let go bit by bit,

protecting my precious self and

my precious heart.

Because I know someday,

you and I will leave.

My mama said I'm crazy, because I told her I'm sad. She asked me to stop dreaming, cause I will never be their girlfriend. She bursted my small little bubble. But I believe that since I get to know them this life, so next life maybe I will be their friend, then next next life I will be their girlfriend, then life after next I will be their wife. =)