that call just made me fell back into my depths of despair.
what should I say to you?
what should I be sorry for?
for loving you?
for believing in our faith to hold on?
you think of me tonight.
but there's not one passing day that I force myself into distractions.
Calling me gets a load off your chest.
Ever wondered how much heavier it might be for me?
I trembled, and held back my tears at the sound of your voice. just your voice alone.
thank you for saying sorry.
thank you for telling me you're doing well.
thank you for having been part of my life.
