I could've texted you a while ago, but I'm too scared of getting my heart broken. I don't think I'd be able to live with that, or with being disappointed again.
I want you, but I know there's no future for the two of us. I'm a handful to deal with, and your hands are too slippery to gather my messy pieces. I'll slip, fall, and get hurt.
That's how it's always been.
اسأل الله انه يرد كُل ماجاني منكم فيكم .. ما ابغى شيء اكثر ولا اقل بس نفسه
الواحد حتى وهو مخرجكم من حياته ومعطيكم ظهره انتو وراه وراه
لكن فين حتروحو بكذبكم؟ الدنيا قصيييرة وصغيرة ومحد حيضيع من احد