Had a summer full of laughter, fun, and love. I hoped it would last forever. This feeling, to be utterly happy while having everyone around I love. And you. You who saved my soul from turning gray and numb. It was prescribed in the book of my life. It was written in the scribt. I was supposed to meet you to feel your love and understanding. To feel what it ist like. To learn from you. To get to know you inside-out. And to hurt like this just a year later. Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Sometimes I want to forget all about you and cross you out of my mind with the knife that pierced my heart. Sometimes I want to see you as miserable as I was. Sometimes I wish for it all to go back to the way it was. The way it used to be when I thought I was the happiest. But in the end I know I've had to experience this. I know I had to feel the pain. I know that it's all going to end up like it's supposed to. I know you belong to someone else. I know I do too. I know I can't get back the time we spent together. And maybe I don't want to. Because this is my story. It's supposed to happen like this. Like this and not any different.