After reading sheets of happy thoughts I ended up being envious. Then questions just came rushing through. Why are they happy? Why am I alone? Is it really over since the day we broke up… but then why did you say there’s still SUMDAY?
I just came in passing my friends house when I saw you, didn’t expect that you’d be the biggest part of my life. You were the one who brought color and life into my once dark being.
You have washed away the bitterness I was nurturing inside and out of my heart. I have learned to care for someone other than myself, for the first time I wasn’t the center of the universe, for the first time it was somebody else, and that somebody else was you. You taught me so many things; you aren’t aware, but yeah you did. So much that even if I want to hate you I can’t, I am grateful still.
But it ended so soon. Like all love will. I feel like I still have so many things to share to you, so many love to give you. But now it’s all over, like what you said.
Random thoughts… but I cannot write anymore, I cannot end what I have started, it is too painful to think about him again. Remembering that I no longer have him kills me over and over. The realization of the end is suffocating me. And now I will just end it with no closure just (...)
I just came in passing my friends house when I saw you, didn’t expect that you’d be the biggest part of my life. You were the one who brought color and life into my once dark being.
You have washed away the bitterness I was nurturing inside and out of my heart. I have learned to care for someone other than myself, for the first time I wasn’t the center of the universe, for the first time it was somebody else, and that somebody else was you. You taught me so many things; you aren’t aware, but yeah you did. So much that even if I want to hate you I can’t, I am grateful still.
But it ended so soon. Like all love will. I feel like I still have so many things to share to you, so many love to give you. But now it’s all over, like what you said.
Random thoughts… but I cannot write anymore, I cannot end what I have started, it is too painful to think about him again. Remembering that I no longer have him kills me over and over. The realization of the end is suffocating me. And now I will just end it with no closure just (...)
2 comments:
my ynna.
obviously ur still bothered with the "SUMDAY" msg pom sent you. do me a favor... dont get ur life all fucked up like pom just so u can analyze his text msg. ill c u around-
tama si joe.. its "analysis paralysis" occurances again.. i wonder whats the cure for that?.. a gallon dossage of love that comes in Any form and prayers.. prayers :)we love you!
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