many a time, i felt like writing our love story here, seriously.
but that memory is mine, i'm gonna keep it,for now, till i feel like it.
its almost a month now that you have left, i feel like a zombie every single fucking day, i pretend to be okay, but i know i'm not. i hate it when it gets dark at night. sometimes, i lay in bed for hours, i can't get to sleep, i wake up in the middle of the night, hoping you would call, u have no idea, the relief i get sometimes when i get home, i'm dead tired, i can just fall asleep, that way i don't have to think about you so much. i realise that i have been dreaming about you..i dream about us kissing, lying in bed, talking bout old times..i remembered, you were gonna make me a birthday card,cuz you were gonna be away in november, you bought the materials, but things didn't exactly materialise did it?
i miss you baby, i have been trying to numb myself with work and more work.its so hard you know..i know you were lying, when you said you didn't love me no more, i knew it. why does everything has to be for my own good? you are good, why can't i have you?
u pamper me way too much, that i compare every single guy that comes along with you.. you remember every single word i say, i was your dream, your goal, all that you ever wanted, i was selfish, i didn't think i needed you that much, i didn't put you on my priority list at all, that i'm sorry darling. the stuff you sent, i'll always keep them, always. the waxed candle, the smell of passionfruit, reminds me of our love, smells so good and sweet while it lasted. and the words on the coconut shell. i remembered when you bought me this, the shop owner asked who it is for, you said its for a girl and she promised to give you a discount if you brought me back, i wish we could still do that.but i doubt so.
spring's ended. so has our love.
