I cant say what I need to. rather I wont. caught between what was and what is. not really caught actually, rather.. stuck. in pages I haven't read yet. scenes I haven't seen yet. would you care? no.. you don't have to care. it isn't your place to care anymore. but I do. but I cant. i'm not suppose to. detest courses through my veins. guilt devours my bones. do I punish my heart for what it can not let go of? its already gone. not you, not us, the TIME. my fault. my mind. stolen away. you shouldn't tiptoe around my sensitive heart.