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But love is really all that we need.

♥Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.


Dear you,

Hi.

I wish we talked more.

It hurts thinking about how I used to see you every single day.

You were my motivation for waking up early,

To go to that place.

You've always been my motivation.

It was because of you, that I started my days eagerly.

Very, very eagerly.

So eagerly, my parents suspected something was up.

Then I'd see you,

And we'd actually talk and I can't even describe how it feels.

Oh God.

Sometimes, I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world coz I got to meet you.

But, well, that's just me being foolish and naive.

I'm probably the most stupidest girl in the world for thinking that I'm the luckiest,

JUST because I got to meet such a person like you.

But seriously, you have absolutely no idea how you make me feel inside.

It's like everything's jelly-ish in me.

You make me feel so high and well, alive.

But now we hardly talk.

I don't smile at you anymore because of that damned promise I made.

I don't wave or talk to you.

I still stare, I can't help it.

But now when I get caught staring, I just look away.

Normally I would have started laughing or I would have smiled back.

But now I have to pretend that I don't feel anything,

And I have to hold back every single cell in me,

All of them wanting to break free and be, themselves.

Express everything.

Show how they feel;

How I feel.

But I don't let them.

Do you have any idea how hard that is?

It's like locking up everything I'm SUPPOSED to be.

It's really hard.

And I wish I could talk to you more.

But you've changed.

And I made new promises.

So it's gonna be hard.

Really, really hard.

Love♥
Zeal.



Funny how I was just thinking about this the other day.

And it hurt just thinking about it.

Damn, I'm weak.

So bloody weak.



I bet you could kill me.

Sometimes, you just gotta force your heart to let go. Even if it takes forever.

♥Loveyoubitches//
@ 8/17/2010 07:25:00 PM