We are like two boats in the sea, without an anchor to keep us steady. As the currents grow stronger, we drift apart, sometimes without even ourselves knowing. Maybe when the sea is calm, we might draw closer to each other. However, the distance we cover probably will not be enough to make up for the distance we travelled when the sea is rough. So many times we tried to pretend the distance never matter, only to be disappointed by the lies we told ourselves. When i thought you finally understand that ths boat is made of paper, only able to sustain itself a brief moment in the ever-changing weather, you shock me awake when I see you letting me drown.

Tell me this is all a nightmare. Because, i still love you.