Having enough to stop thinking,
Having so to stop.

Want to stop,
Need to stop,
Failed to stop,

Maybe she has already move on with life.
Maybe i no longer means anything.

Looking across that little island full of memories, ever changing.
With more changes, my heart not able to keep up pieceing back memories we did had.
Remembering conversation,
remembering her smile under the shine of the sun,
blocking my line of sight,
seeing only her with smiles is all i wanted to.

Thats all i know.

Now that she has move on with others,
i shall keep only memories.
I shall be sensible.
I cant step in the way anymore.
So sorry for myself then