"There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges."
-Ernest Hemingway
-Ernest Hemingway
End of Season (2)
April 30, 2010
Could have been. I found a good person in you.But. Neither of us will grow. No one wants to step down. It’s a river with a dead end.Now it became a lake. I hoped. I didnt want to give you up. But. Only now it became clear. None of us is moving. So let me be the one to end this. The clock is ticking. And i don’t want to waste mine. I don’t wanna waste yours too. Let’s grow up. Grow up.
