Im feeling empty and the beer in this bloody country is to expensive. Thats not a very good combo. 

well im leaving, for some days. and when i come home we are suppost to talk. and im not sure of what im going to say. i like you. i trust you. i like being with you. and sometimes i even miss you. but its not that i cant breath without you. i dont get scared or excited when i see your name on the facebook chat. you make me safe. but is that the right kind of love? when you can be without someone? when i can be without you.. without pain . 

i can see us. not to be a freaky chick or so, but i can see us grow in this town, our kids. maybe boring but safe and happy. 

why does it have to be either safe and boring or happy and scared. 

maybe i haven’t been in real love..