Your choice is not wrong, I owe you a lot.
Some people we meet too late, some people we should not meet at all, and some people we will never meet in this life.
Where is the happiness? The horizon is still around you, and I have been looking for it. Until one day, I discovered that happiness is really far away.
Youth is very wounded, a product, a product that takes love as a bet. We wander in the memories of youth, half pure and half corrupt. I am wandering, searching, withering, and losing my soul for love.