gone.

Pack up all your things.
And box up unspoken dreams.
With nothing lost and nothing gained.
I'll get back on my feet again.

that feeling i got when i was sick yesterday..that horrid feeling. the feeling that my body was dying on me. everytime i get that feeling, it reminds me of you...it was you..
you who had cold towels on my forehead when my fever was rocket high
you who made me hot milo and tended to my every whim
you who walked out to buy 2 different porridge for me cus u didn't know if i wanted fish or chicken and didnt want to wake me up from my sleep by calling me to ask and i had only one spoonful of porridge in the end
you whom i was too afraid to love cus i couldn't bear to hurt u again.
you