Sonce bo moje srce.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you seam small and stupid because it's so hard to keep it inside, and then when you let it out and it doesn't come back, it damages you in ways you can't even imagine . You're left so alone, yet there is no attainable reason. What was once self-explanatory is now something you cannot grasp. Your true love becomes a stranger. Your friend becomes your enemy. Damn, there's nothing like that, is there?
