Id like to thank you for everything. For the time, sweet memory, presents, and stuff. Just everything okayy.
I can never imagine how my life would be without you with me.
But im afraid that I cant take it when I really have to leave you.
Im afraid that I cant be as strong as you want me to.
Im afraid that I wont pull through.
Sometimes I do feel jealous when you mention her name,
when you spend most of your time with you friends bcs it makes me feel as if Im your second wife.
I hate it when the memory of both of you hurts you.
when I have to be the last one to know.
when I have to deal with those who want to take you away.
when most of your friends talk bad about me, when they give me the scary look.
when I have to wait for you to call me.
when I have to see you go with your friends
when she talks about you.
when they want to take your photo and give to kuali.
when we are nothing.
No words can describe my happiness when you finally put your ego aside.
When you finally tell me how much you missed me, though the last time you saw me was 24hours ago.
When you call me like how I like it,
when you text me each nite.
when you wished me everyday.
when you sing to me
when we sang the same song.
when we crossed our leg.
when we chose the same cake.
when we walked together.
when we go for window shopping together.
when we talked at the same time.
when we ordered the same drink.
when you asked me out.
when you suddenly appeared in front of my house.
when you give me the perfect number that I always wanted to hear.
I dont know why but I love it when,
when you smile back at me.
when you call me like you always did.
when you wait for me outside.
when you teased me.
when you laughed at me
when you held my hand.
when you pull me into your arms.
I feel hopeless when suddenly something reminds you of her.
I am sorry,
I really am :(
I shouldnt fall for you, I know that very well.
But it seems like you know me best, better than anybody.
Better than my friends and family.
And that hurts me alot, IMISSYOU IMISSYOU IMISSYOU [T.T, tears rolling down]
I dont wanna be you macikk, you chicky anymore. I wanna be your blood, so you will always ave me with you. But you want me to be chicken, so that Im always in your stomach.
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