I cannot help but feeling elated, then heart-broken, then elated, then heart-broken again.
It's like an endless loop of stupidity.
Can't I control my heart?
And I don't understand why I have to keep feeling heart-broken every time I see you.
We didn't even have any story to begin with.
Was just an old crush....
How I wished time would stop when you held me in your arm.
But it won't, because your eyes are no longer looking at me.
We live in a different world.
I don't think you would be good for me, and I don't think you would accept who I truly am.
It won't do us any good.
But why can't I control my heart?
My mind is relentlessly searching for those pictures of us, capturing the moments of our short intimacy.
Oh why, does your presence have to be that significant this sudden?
I should wake up.
Van, it's not about you not reaching those hands.
The hands are long long gone...
So sober up and move on!
