I’m sorry…I’m sorry that some days, I just feel like renting an old, sad, classic movie and watched it alone at home. I know, I already watched it over a million times and I knew that storyline whereby the girl cried, with all the stuff he had left behind, while asking why he is not coming back tonight.
And I know, I know it’s just a movie. I’m sorry, but I just like to get into the mood, to let my heart squeeze a little bit, to feel or even cry a little. All because life moves so fast, everyone moves too fast, but I’m not over it yet. I’m not ready to move on…I’m sorry.