Changing...

The rose wilts just because you received it from someone...

your heart was broken just because you have a beginning with someone...

everything changed...we never knew...

Never ask me why...everything was changing...

we was too rash...

we never think of the consequences when we do something...

Love makes us blind...

Love makes us sad...

Love makes us changed...

Too much...and too much...

I am worried and afraid to think about the subsequences...

please...let everything goes well...

without hatred ok?