Our relationship was like a dandelion. The kind that would end if one person blew it. A relationship like this always ends with one person hurt and miserable.
"Let's break up"
The moment my boyfriend became my ex-boyfriend, we became strangers. Now, I can't contact you or even miss you. When this path I'm walking ends, we'll never see each other again. Our last will be a dandelion.
Our last one was the one where you ended up blowing my wind and I was the only one hurt and in pain.
The dandelion you blew spread its seeds and traveled all over my body, and the dandelion that traveled all over my body settled in a corner of my heart for a long time.
My love with youdandelionIt was the same. It was the kind of relationship that would end if you just blew it.
escape.