Never Mine
You know what? I need that. I need someone beside him to remind me that he was never mine . I need something to never let me forget or get used to the pain of loving him. The pain is excruciatingly beautiful. Something that would make me walk on the daggers that leads to his heart. But of course the journey through the path of daggers is not easy. It would cut me open, so weak and vulnerable. It would make me cry a million times. But when I’d reach on the other end, his heart would be there. Or maybe not? Because he was never mine .