It's weird how after several years, from dreaming of a life with you, I started dreaming about being able to live a happy life without you. Yet, I fight to stay with you. I do not want to leave. I do not know why, when I'm alone, I either think of you, or think of me, sometimes think of we. There was a time when it was only "we". I wonder where that part of me went. Well, wherever it is, whatever happens... So be it.
