I've been thinking about stuff lately.
At some point I realize that I've done too much for you that the only next possible step to do is to stop, leave you alone, and walk away. It's not like I'm giving up, It's not like I shouldn't try. It's just I have to draw the line of determination from desperation.
Maybe I'll meet you again, when we are slightly older and our mind less hectic, and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me.
But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.