It was 12:57 am.
and everything was blank.
I was left behind with a promise echoing in my head, "I'll be back soon"
I was waiting for three days. and those days broke my heart.
Day one
I was in a shock lulling my mind by a piece of paper.
"I'll be back soon"
Should I hold on to these?
Could it be possible that the heaven's we're telling me to give up?
Could it be possible that my friends we're right?
Was it right to go back to my old habits?
was it ryt to smoke weeds and let myself be free from this bullshit?
should it be? was it meant to be?
Day two
I was still in a trauma. I knew it was for you. It could make you feel better.
But seeing myself in a scene we're you had just met your new happiness doesn't seems right.
I did everything. I just did everything to understand you, forgive you, and accept you.
My hands shivers as i lit my lighter. I was holding to it again, i missed it.
It was a long time since I last tasted it. And it's all that I have now, and it's all that i need.
Day three
My phone rang.
my shoes have less friction on it that i almost slip as i get up.
I was hoping it to be you.
And then it was you....
Your voice trembles as you say
"I'm sorry..."
And everything was blank.
yeah, the weeds were ryt.
You're happy, I'm wasted.
You laughed, I cried.
You moved on, and i was just on the first step---of letting go.
Everything seems to be perfect.
Everyone thinks were alright.
Everybody knows how much I adore you.
And now everything was in silence.
Flying through the clouds of freedom,
amazed by the clouds,
longing for your long lost love,
hoping to make the broken pieces whole again,
making someone happy, and then leaving him behind.
it doesn't make sense to me. It doesn't make sense.
but it does to you,
as long as ur happy with him--- i will keep silent.
Three years had passed.
I have my life back. I pursue my photography,
And our memories are the best selling photographs.
for everyone appreciates it, and no one did not know that it has a tragic ending.
Now You have your own stories to be told. :)
