seven hundred days.. what do you get from those days? nothing? something? oh, maybe in the middle of it.. never really think what matters in a relationship. what makes it well-done, what makes it dead..
wondering if not good enough, what life could be?
thinking that maybe there are hundreds reasons to stay, and some reasons to leave..
what could be best?
if stay, what’s the good things?
if leave, who’ll be dead?