↬❝Mi Amour~❞
⊱ ❃~~~♡~~~❃ ⊰
You are my sun, my moon.
You're my words, you're my tune.
My earth, my sky, my sea.
You're everything to me.
You're my light in the darkness.
You're my peace and happiness.
My hope, my forever love.
⊱ ❃~~~♡~~~❃ ⊰
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Now, it's easy for a person to say, 『I Love You』 but does it meant something.
Scrambled scrap of paper scattered everywhere, and also your whimpering is mostly noticeable outside the corridors. But you didn't care as the tears in your eyes kept their fall.
'Why?'
It is all you can ask yourself in your head, the grip on the crumpled piece of paper in your hand tighten. Words that written to it are like a sharp knife that impaled into your heart as you read what in it.
🎶It's how you used to say,
I love you and I miss you,
It's how you pretend,
To love me then.🎶
Slowly sitting on the cold floor, your back colliding with the door, and also your back act as the barricade so no one can enter and see you in a mess as you wipe the tears that dared to fall. But the droplet of saltwater produced by your eyes keeps falling. How hard you tried to make it stop.
Remembering words said, gestured that's made and moments that created.
'It hurts'
Reading those poems you and him made. Memories kept flooding on your head as you tried your best to forget. For your heart not break more than it already is. As you also wondered, what you can possibly do to stop your heart from longing for someone that made you this way.
🎶When you wandered off,
The things we're done before,
Now it's too late,
To turn back anymore.🎶
Him, sitting by you wherever he sees you. Telling your stories never heard, writing notes you can understand, and gesturing things you wish stayed forever and into your heart.
But hearing good things yet hurtful for you about him being with someone else. The gossips you hear walking in those corridors are needless, one by one you are being stabbed with it. Again and again like a broken record. Hearing how happy he seems to be with someone else, happier than being with you, and how your head imagined and think how close they really are.
