Not much to know, not much to say, but i am pretty sure, it wasn't planned to end this way. Wish i could have done something, sad that the time flied, not much to explain, not much to understand, with the bitter taste of love's distrust, i watched their hearts, turn into dust...
The tale disturbed me, confused me, shook me, kind of destroyed me. But the belief is strong, and the faith still exist: "Everything happens for a reason, and the reason is always good."
She was a little girl, who wished she could fly, and he was the little boy, who drew her a cloud. She was a little girl, who loved wind, and he was the little boy, who made her a kite. She was a little girl, who loved water, he was the little boy, who made her a boat.
He was a little boy, who believed in magic, and she was the only little girl, with fairy dust in her hair. He was a little boy, fighting dragons in the yard, and she was the little girl, watching him fight, dressed as a princess. He was a little boy, who loved compliments, she was the little girl, who wrote him poems.
She was the little girl, who picked him a flower, and he was the little boy, who caught her a frog.
Both of them were right from the angle they see the picture, but the only observed problem was: "When you look at me, do you really see me? Or the person you want me to be!"
The stories of broken hearts, never ends, never starts. The silent words, fall from the sky, the tears in eyes, tells all the pain.