Now I realize there’s some kind of tragic beauty to never knowing. Sometimes words just ruin everything. You can hear the beautiful words that will break your sould forever. When you know how it ends, why would you still try?
I guess a dreamer just can’t help it. But it was right the first time. 
There’s something I will never forget. My something perfect, the moment I wished would last forever, may be better off with an ending.
I know the reason. I learnt my lesson. It’s not meant for me, it’s not my life, but I can still believe. My something perfect will last forever and no one can take that away from me. 
If that moment was all I was ever meant to have, it’s alright. I’ll make it. I will live the rest of my life the way I have to. Even when my demons try to kill me, I will not give up. But I will not go back either.
There was only one. Only one.