There are times I wonder if what I lived with you was real. I know it sounds weird but occasionally I think that might have been just a glimpse of what my life could be  with you, or could have been, yup, could have been cuz there is no you and me now, and there will never be. I believe that destiny plays games on us, showings us just a piece a great movie, and when you think that everything is ok, the fucker kills the main character and fucks everything up.



Fuck you destiny.