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posted on Monday, December 6, 2010 @ 11:18 PM | back to the top.
A million feelings, a thousand thoughts, hundreds of memories, all for one person.
 Why is that just when you get things together, you hear from that one person who could pull it all apart? I really don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know what I want to see, what to hear, what to feel. Sometimes I can be saying one thing, but totally mean the other. My world use to be worth living for, and now it's pretty hard enough just to be me. I was so used to you calling me, because every night we used to talk. And now I still wait by the phone until I fall asleep. I guess.. I could call and ask you, "How are you?" But I really don't have much to say. I won't even know where to begin with in the first place. I sit all alone and stare at the phone and I hope that you're doing okay. I want so badly to tell you how I feel, but I'm scared that even after I pour out all my feelings for you, you're just gonna stare at me like the words don't mean a thing, to you. It's not even you that I really want back, it's the pieces of me you took with you when you left because when I lost you, I had no idea I would lose me too. This is me now. And i want you to know that i am both happy and sad. And I'm still trying to figure out how that could even be possible. So, what? You mean, we'll only talk when it's convenient for you? That you'll only think of me when you have practically nothing else to do? What about the times I lay on my bed, clutching my tear-stained pillow over my throbbing mouth, trying to contain a scream that's releasing all these exploding nerve endings? What? You're telling me that you're too busy with that someone new to bother texting, to bother about me? At this point, I don't give a shit. But I know in a few hours or even within a few minutes or so, all of my feelings will collide and I'll just be lying to myself. I wished I knew how to let go, move on, and be happy. But there's always this little shred of "Well, maybe she'll want me tomorrow." You know what I mean. “It's alright to lose your pride over something you love, but never lose something you love over your pride.”  "b0o! buat aper tu?" "syai buat aper? syai tengah rindukan insan yang syai sayangkan sangat sangat." sayang sekali, awaq takkan sesekali pun memahami ertinya kerinduan itu. |
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