Monday, April 04, 2011
Amusing. @ 4:11 AM
If there is a chance. I want to be back with you again.
I want to be the one with you, talking for hours, crying together.
I want to be the one who knows. Who cares and understands, who continues the every second of the moment and your words.
I really hate myself some times. I really wonder why. Why did you let go. Why did i let it happen to.
If there is one way for us to be back again i want to try. I'd give it a shot.
But looking at you now makes my heart ache.
Looking at you now, makes my heart wane.
I feel horrible to know that some one whom knows me so well. Who makes me so comfortable. To be not the person i was to him.
There is this desire. But i shouldn't speak more.
I should always read he's blog before blogging. A solance from afar. A condolence of comfort even just by he's words.
I needed him. But i let it all out. too much.
When whispers no longer survive;
Because there's you and me.
Memories &Desires goes hand in hand.