it's about us.
now, we, i mean you and me.
you still bring me home,
by train then by bus,
we met your friends,
you did not say much,
but always give me the warmth love and smiles,
how i wished this is all real, (:
you still bring me to your mum,
still bring me to everywhere that i didnt know.
and still bring me home safely.
i said sometimes, not every day, like you used to.
and remember me saying why my blog is named hide and run?
to run away from the reality and you assured me that i never have to do that,
because there's always a you by my side.
but now, i know i need to hidemyself again, and run away.
and i will never be sure if you still like me, it's just a wishful thinking.
i rather think in the most logical way, and not let my wishful thoughts go wild.
Labels: love.
