The way you speak to me as the day progresses on. The way you look at me with a tone I never seen fit. The way we hide our affection from your friends. The way we never realized the fact that you and I are inevertable. The fact that we are not going to be able to make it out alive. The fact, that you and I, are never going to last. Like a rose that comes once in a lifetime of happiness then fall to shriveled pieces of mail from the secrets we kept for many of years. May we all die in the midest of battle, even though, we never won the war... with ourselves. And ours alone.