And hold me tight
Don't let me breathe
My phone broke down probably because I threw it about a lot before. So I used my old orange Samsung phone...the phone I used when we started our relationship. At syempre, the remnants were still there - our first exchange of text messages, our texts during your grad(and coincidentally our first month together), our first trip together(Cagbalete), during some of your achievements in life (defense, getting job requirements in Alabang, first day in the job, regularization, finding new friends etc) and your texts during some of mine (org events, election, high exams, low exams, topic approval, defense, my graduation, job).
And then I missed you. As in from the center of my soul, I missed you terribly. I don't know how to get this fucking hole out of my system. The pain...is still fucking there. Please don't go about telling me that I haven't tried. Because I did. For more than four months, I've been trying to convince myself that you mean nothing to me already. Sabi ni Yuichi, "You know it takes more than that." BUT I DON'T. It usually takes me less than a month to move on. But why can't I do that with you?!
Yes, yes, YES, I know you're happy already. And you think we're probably better off this way. But can't you spare me a minute or two? I'm about to drown in my own sea of tears.
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