Can you count his soul?

A step forward, a step backwards,
a step forward and straight into the abyss.
Two minutes, two pills, something broken,
a heart for mending and something powerful,
that will put you on your feet. How to start a dance,
when my legs buckle under somebody’s gaze?
Two seconds of doubt, one question, and five fingers,
joined within the hand of the other.
One decision at five in the morning
and twenty painful, suddenly rationalized years.
A whole meaning in three sentences,
an end to something meaningless and a beginning of a life.
At last……….

“I love you. I wish I didn’t. But I can’t help it.”

Can you tell I am a Huddy? No? Well I am -from the worse kind - overly obsessed, jealous, inlove with the idea of the amazing modern love story.
Sometimes, well, often, I write.
English is not native for me. Not even close. FARRR FROM IT.But I am working on it.Sorta. Thats why there might be a mistakes. A lot of them

But will see how it goes.