I choose to see the world with blurred vision.
It’s easier than accepting this division.
I do not want to face the reality.
I try not to see, but the truth comes to me.
I want it to go back to how it was.
Why can’t that happen? Because.
Maybe it’s better this way.
Our relationship was disarray.
Every moment transformed into a rainy one.
Love barely began and we stopped having fun.

By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.