I can't really tell how much I have grown. How much pain, tears when you left? I don't know, I can't count! Where to start again and where to stop – still hanging.
I opened my journal to see how everything underway, and how you left. Even though I'm hopeless if how this letters, words and this paragraphs forms, boring or somewhat messy – always be you.
A name, designation, term, tag that few takes, so it's not new to me. A stranger, you're first-hand, so why would I give a care? But there is something weird I can't explain and feel this – except you. You have your own world. You don't talk to others except when it comes to important things, you stuck and always looking at the window, your eyes shows pained.
I always look at you, I want to approach you- i can't *shy and hopeless.
Recalling your eyes, your lips smiling and your chubby face, thosememories – I miss you
YOU ARE READING
Catcher of Scratched Memories
RandomFull of expected remedies of love and affections in unknown mysteries. Metaphor (Try the first part, if its okay then i'll continue )
