Sometimes I think, you love me back. Just sometimes. Other times I think, you’re in love with the fact that I love you.
At times it feels like I could live with it but there are times when I feel like it rips my heart open and scatters my senses all around.
I am breaking. Please hold me. I just want you to hold me. Please.
We are all searching for someone in those faces, aren’t we? It gives me chills to listen to the songs we both loved.
It gives me that bittersweet ache that I will always crave for, to get to you.
It sends chills down my spine to think of you again.
How much sorrow can I take?
Was it real? Are we real?
Stop these tears from falling, please; and me. Stop me from falling.
I don’t know what am I supposed to do.
Just.. just take me back, please.
I should have known better than to let it die.
Where are you, really?
I need you, you know? I need you. And um, I really can’t wait to talk to you, so please call me, okay? Don’t forget, okay?
I miss you. I am sorry… buh-bye