two months. sixty days.
it takes two months from the beginning to the end.
none of these affair lasts longer than sixty days.
you are just a stranger, a passerby.
our life paths cross each other at certain point.
we were close for a very brief moment, but quickly we drifted apart.
you go back to your ivory tower, licking your own wounds,
crying and whining about how much you were hurt.
i am so done with your bullshit,
and it's time to walk away from this pitfall.
i am not sorry for leaving you in darkness
because that's where you wanna stay.
enjoy it and hope you have fun.