i stopped writing about you, not because i want to but because the universe told me to. it's not because i can't find comfort in your smile anymore--but it's the way your gaze look as strange as the new neighbour from out of town. you used to be the only place that feels like home to me. but now, being close to you, talking to you, catching up with each other, is the last thing that i wanna do even when the earth starts to crumble into the late night sky.
you are no longer here and i'm no longer there. and we're no longer us. we're just you and i.
i've come to the point where i realize that you've dumped me. for god sake, i've been living in this hell for eighteen years and never once i feel this bitter towards someone. i want to throw tantrums at you. i want to smack you down right in your gut. i just want you to feel this horrible thing--what ever it is--that has been bothering me for far too long.
and though we were never certain for anything, i finally be sure of one thing;
that this, whatever the hell that happen to us, is not my fault.
it was you all along;
for you who cant let go of her and for me who believed you like a fool.
- and i know that you always wanted to be a lot of things, but i dont think that being with me is one of the thing that you wanna be.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
