“If they don’t lost existence, and if they can beat the distance. Believe me, love is not about win or loose. Its really not a game to play.”
I was here for a moment, then she was gone.
When you don’t believe your own eyes anymore, and hardly can’t remember your name.
Then silhouettes holds the past along with moments.
Suddenly they appear almost everywhere.
They’re behind your eyes.
When they loose existence, they will lost in distance.
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.” ~mia