Love is crazy.
I lay quietly as I stared unto the ceiling of my room thinking about everything that just happens this day. After a nice walk in the park, Trist decided to walk me home and bid his goodbye because he said he remembered he still had an appointment with his grandmother, I even asked him where he lived now because after our break up I heard he already moved to London and so he answered his now temporarily living in his parents house.
I sighed as I remembered everything we talked about, how we catched up with each others lives. It was fun actually but never like those days.
Everything has been so crapped out lately starting from Trist's return.
I have been confused as crap thinking why he'd even come back.. The last time we talked he told me he already had enough of our relationship and that he's already grown tired of loving.
And so why?
My mind is full of question right now. Questions that needs explaining and reasonable reasons.
