I don't know how am I suppose to survive this?
I am really not good at waiting.
But... look at me now, I am counting the seconds, minutes, and hours passed since she left and even every numbers in the calendar has a mark of an X.
Every flip on the calendar's page and seeing the written month on the middle change, I can't help but to fill another loneliness on my invisible jar of sadness.
Season started to change but my feelings for her remains the same. She never left my mind as she repeatedly flashed in my line of sight.
How did she manage to do it effortlessly?
Like how effortlessly she's hurting me. But even I am hurting, I can't stop myself from waiting. Because waiting is the only thing I can do.
