Maybe,

it is better this way. maybe that`s what im trying to convince myself of, to justify. justify what? fuck, i don't even know. my actions. your actions. our actions. our reactions. whatever else comes our ways, no matter how much longer this show goes on. in the end --> i am just waiting for that day, years from now, when we'll meet. till you smile at me and i smile back. we don't have to talk, just put your arms around me in a tight grip like you always used to, and give me myself back.