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There's never enough time. But time is so relative, therefore we must make the most of it. Because when it's time to say goodbye, our life begins once again and then, time is infinite. But it's the time we spend with certain people and things on this planet that make time seem short and never enough.
So much was left unsaid. I can't help but wonder what we would've said and done that last day if we hadnt got caught. We actually wouldve got to say goodbye. Would I have gotten another long hug from you? One last hug to make me feel safe for the few seconds I was in your arms? Would I have broken down right there? Would you have been the first guy to see me cry over goodbye? Would you have held me in your arms and told me it was alright? So much was left unsaid and undone. Too much.
I'm quirky, silly, blunt, and broken. My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired. I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as important to me as the air I breathe. I love hard and with all that I have... and even with my faults, I am worth loving.