menulis Something I just wrote.... Just now.
Don't let go. Please. For a year, we barely talk; for a day, we're inseprable. How am I supposed to ignore you now? How am I supposed to forget? We never really fit, did we? But I love you... is that wrong? I'm not mad, not angry. My life is neither dark nor swirling. But if you let go, I don't know how long the light will last. I'm scared... so... don't let go.
I'm begging you.
((Urgh, I'm sorry... that was SO bad. Constructive criticsim, please.))