tonight, I wanted to write a lot of story .... from my uneasiness about him, his love for me, and my fear would be something I'll wait. Himself a familiar figure in my life, a long travel story and sometimes i bored to remember what has been left behind with him... I want to flake fragments were not there in his footsteps. but to eliminate it, difficult for me. I know long distance will be a thin wall that separates me with him. No matter how I wanted the wall was collapsing. I should accept that situation. it is impossible that I can destroy the wall.
"You come in here already surprising me" perhaps the feeling that I want to say to him. I'm probably not ready to accept his arrival and departure. although he makes my life full of hope and full of stories, it might be even better if he has not been in part my life story. coz ur life is part of my life.
Currently, wish be mist may be better, thin floating in the cold night n flying without care about what is felt and what was missed, penetrate what is without a care if the fog was torn. if he knows what I think, what would he care about it? I feel tired, and trying not to care. but I really care with him. that feeling which I want to kill, kill my sense of love and affection to him.
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