And then one day, you'll grow out of me and you'll think how foolish you were to stick by me when you could've had better. You'll ask urself why you did it and you'll get the answer - guilt. Guilt for making me dream, for building up hopes in me, for hurting me.. and then the occasional human side of yours didn't want to hurt me again. You'll feel it has been a waste of good years, wasted amply with me, gaining nothing when you could've been elsewhere, bathing in pleasure. And when I know that you were with me because of your guilt, that will be the day I break. I will lose my speech, will have no words for anyone.
I hope you never look back at our togetherness as wasted time, or with complaints. I hope you always smile when you think of 'us', that the memories that are sweet to me are cherished by you too... forever...
