if you see me writing all these.
i dont really need you to read all these.
because one day, when all my love is taken away,
all my pain is wash away,
and all my tears flooded the room,
it's when i closed my heart,
listen to nobody,
waiting for a never come,
and i still say, i am totally into you.
i must be mad.
i read a blog, the blogger aches like how i am now.
i read her posts, she still love him so much so,
she hates him.
when two strangers met, they give unconditional love,
they say unlimited words, and
when they are used to all these,
they said they lost freedom.
is this so? if love is so,
why did love even exist.
and if love did not exist,
how can we even meet.
i pray for one day, we can talk like we used to,
i wish for one day, we can watch movies, with salted popcorns,
saying that it's sweet because you are right here with me.
no one can understand, because if i say i can,
will you be back?
the answer is so simple, no.
so just let it go.
one night, i confessed all my love,
and the other night, we broke down, with tears all over,
telling each other how much how much we couldnt go through,
we are weak, but we aint losing,
we just need a longer time to overcome,
that's all.
can you read? do you understand?
