Maybe, I made the right decision.
Maybe, something good will come out of it.
Maybe, we're not meant to be.
Maybe, it's over.
Maybe, I was wrong.
Maybe, it'll work, afterall.
Maybe, we'll come around.
Maybe, I deserved it.
Maybe.
And the only thing I'm sure of is that it hurts, everywhere.
It hurts because love was, is true.
It hurts because love didn't die.
We were drifting and we said OK.
