It was cold, rainy. I called her faith… I called her fate… she never cared. Wasted away my time. Wasted my wishes on her… wasted my hope. How I gave her every reason to think better of us. But somehow it looks like I was still right. Like somehow she knew that I had to move on in my life. Not much too see it was okay, but I wasn’t happy with the end but I think it was the best thing. I’ve learned from it. How to move on in live without hoping to lose anyone else.