I find it easy to hide my miseries to you all. But I guess, those who really knew me knows that I loved you so much. The difficult part is trying to materialize this emotion so that I can properly dispose it. My cynicism is telling me that this is just something transient but it is also one time of my life that i tried to believe in butterflies. I still love you babe.
haha. this is a form of ambivalence. I usually do not experience this because I know what I want most of the time. But you did disturb my sanctuary. you made it your own. why did you start loving coffee babe? Why did you aim to travel around the world? These are the only things I embrace and yet you did put yourself in every picture. I think I cannot do them anymore, now that you are not here. But then again, the cynic would say that I will get over you. But if you did come back I will know what I want. However, the last time you went here was not the person I expected to meet. i guess you did change completely and the person I knew was gone. Then there'll be no use going back. Or maybe not.
Actually, my struggles include changing my mind sets. A term that came from you again.To successfullyforget you, I hope I can forget all our plans. I hope I can forget that I came across your path. I hope I will get over you. If not, come back to me.
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