I was lost in thought as usual in class. I kept thinking of how things were so ever-changing between us. They were never constant. Never the same. We kept moving at break-neck speed, flitting like a butterfly from one destination to another, never settling down. We were gypsies. We never knew excatly what we wanted, so we tried everything, and ran away from everything.
We ran. ran away from each other too. It was the truth, there was no point denying it,
But we ran, didnt we? So we ran away from the truth too, choosing not to see.