I nodded as I witnessed the bright-fully-sparkling stars
fading its light. And as I come to my bleary
senses, highbrowed the reality; really things changes, and yeah it fades…
Those were the words to describe my
wearisome as I seen them fading. With my hands crossed, I plead as if saying, “Please,
tell me it isn’t too late. Tell me… tell me… tell me he’s still going to come
back” I said dolorously. “TELL ME HE’S STILL INLOVE WITH ME” I added. Talking to
myself is undeniably making me insane. I lift my hands up high feeling all the
shadows of coldness against my pale and fainting body reassuring myself that
someday he’ll come back to me saying “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WHAT IT IS BEFORE”-. so there I was....
It was a blithesome morning that had surprised me today. And I had
this feeling of doubtless that something good was about to happen. I don’t when,
but it will… someday. As I stroll to my phone landed right beside my pillow,
letting my eyes wander through the text. “I LOVE YOU. I WANTED YOU. I NEEDED
YOU. NOT THE SAME WAY AS I DID BEFORE, BUT EVEN MORE THAN WHAT IT IS BEFORE. I
MISS YOU”, with my mind swiftly and briskly runs like a plane, with my heart
beating like footsteps on the stairs, and with my stomach full of butterflies
for then I have found myself smiling, for I know I am loved, nonetheless. –
KRRIIIINNG! There it sounds like a bee buzzing in my ear. I wake up wondering
where the things have gone. Wondering when will they ever happened. Wondering,
what is it to feel those ever again? Notwithstanding, I love to see him waiting
at my door again telling me those words that I long to hear. – "Waiting’s really isn’t a hard thing indeed,
for every hard work comes a beautiful masterpiece", I hummed to myself dumbfoundedly.
Looking glumly at the bitter shadows of the sphere I ask
myself. Fate truly creates a great paradox and mockery ‘coz at times we all
wanted to give up, the neon horizon sprung ,and with every bit of chances of
staying together still, we’re blissfully on our way of labeling each moment we
spend and cling on to hopes of getting better. I kneel and hoped one day having
him back again, feeling all the feelings that I needed.
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