It’s been more than 2 months already. There’s a weird conflict going round my brain right now. I feel like I’m trying so hard to make sure I’m having fun or I’m so busy that it’s so hard to think. I’m filling my life with ridiculous stuff and with things I don’t really need and I’m listening to different music that I don’t even have to think for myself. The feelings depend on the album for the moment... And when it’s OST, it goes up and down every 3 minutes or so.
Whenever I listen to you, it seems that even paper flowers have a fragrance. I remember the night we met. It almost seems so long ago with so many things happening between us and yet it was only a year and a half. June 5, 2011. It was close to midnight, I guess. You changed my life then. I was so low and so broken. I wanted to feel something from the emptiness inside me and you came along, with that big smile, that twinkle in your eyes, that confidence daring the world to take you apart. I was not impressed but I was broken enough not to care because simply, I wanted someone to touch me and keep me warm. You took the chance and told me you loved me then and there. I thought you were full of yourself but I let you be you and let you touch me. We spent the day after together. I still remember Chowking and what I ordered. And when you left me in the morning after, I felt just a little less broken. Little by little, I was mended and was stronger and one day, a month after, I ...
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