sometimes she just thinks that this is nothing to wait for, but nearly always she just sit around and write something who maybe will bring him back. but it won't. i'll guess this "nearly always"- times, is like...tonight. and she know that she won't get a shit out of this, he probably don't even read this shit... well, she don't know anything anymore. she just maybe have to stop try to bring him back to her, cause of some point he don't come back. at least not today, at least not tomorrow. but at some point she can't stop thinking that maybe, maybe he will come back.maybe she can call them "we" again and not she and he.but if she had to, she would fight until her heart stop beating. but that doesn't matter either, does it?just like this text. this text honestly really doesn't matter, it's just there because of some reason, because of a girl. and you know the boy she sit around and write about?....it's you. And the girl how write, do you know who it is?... me.