Right now, most of the toughts in my head go this way: "This shit wasn't supposed to happen to me" or "Yeah, this bullshit happens to everyone, but me...". I grew up been told: "you were not the same, you 're not going to live the same, you will not suffer the same...".
The saddest part is in the end, it was ALL the SAME.
I realized that yesterday when she arrived, when i heard her strong steps marked with decision i told myself that was it...
Now i'm only allowed to miss, but never again able to have.