I miss being with you and I hope that you do too. Let’s see each other again, at least in our dreams… for now.
“Je” FUCKING “T’aime”!!!!!!!
You like me a lot, I think it’s because you know and you feel that I am different. I am not like just any other girls. You want me to be yours and I am yours.
Everyday, my bipolar heart is torturing me with this ballad that runs in continuous loop… it keeps on repeating the same song, the same tune, the same chaos…
I haven’t written for weeks… because I was working on seeing you again and I did. 🙂
There is a 99.9% that the last theory is the right one but the 0.01% is my crazy, selfish hope that I am the reason you’re still here.
just when I started to just let the universe work its way and for me to stop plotting on subtle ways to catch your attention… you consistently made it sure that you’re not fading away in my mind. You’re cruel, a bit. Yet I still like you a lot.
The call got disconnected but you did not call back. It was ok because I had to get ready for work and I’m sure that if you called back, I’d probably try to keep you on the phone. Bad idea.
You have been alone twice longer than I have been; you have probably gotten used to being alone much better than I have.