8 months with you is like riding on a roller-coaster.
The ups-and-downs, sweet and bitter, fights and makeup, jealousy and doubts and the meaning of loving the other half and being loved in return.
Today is the day you gonna fly back to the land of sheep to study for another new semester. When we talked while you’re waiting at the boarding hall to get on the plane, I was talking while holding up the tears yet I can’t stop it and you were asking, ‘Why are you crying? Don’t cry. Baby will be back’. Maybe like you said a man shouldn’t be crying but I can feel you’re down from your voice and you’re crying from within.
Before this, I’m already crying when I’m driving back from Subang and all the way till I got home after you sent me the “speech” that you’re supposed to say when we’re together for half of the day. That’s the exact moment I’ve walked down the memory lane and recapped everything that happened for the 8 months while I’m on the way home.
In conclusion, I realize you did love me in your way but I was too busy pondering and hoping you’ll love me in my way. Sorry for always being demanding and complaining. Thank you for being patient and considerate. Also, thank you sooooo much for still loving me. I love you baby dum <3
A ring is round without an end, so let you and me be just like that. No matter where it starts or where it ends, we'll remain bounded by our hearts. <3
(quoted by the boy of mine)
(quoted by the boy of mine)
The couple rings we both have and the cellphone left by you for me. That makes me think of you every now and then. <3
Xoxo~~~~
Xoxo~~~~
Signing off....
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