Moving On.

4

I thought I saw you... I was going to run and hug you but when I did, I just ended up crying, because it was all a dream.

Should I try texting you? Bas told me that it wasn't a good idea and that you probably wouldn't answer.

Now I remember back in high school, I would always call you late at night and your brother would always scold me telling me to never try to contact you... I can't believe how immature I was back then

//flashback//

"Cop na?"

"Kim! It's almost one in the morning. Why are you awake?!"

"Ha? I was supposed to leave a cute message so that you could hear it in the morning but i guess you're awake. Awh, my plan was ruined. That's okay, go to sleep and I will too. Goodnight, I love you.

"...."

"Cop? Did you not like my cute goodnight message ☹"

"Who told you, you could call my brother at 1 am in the fucking morning?"

-hangs up-

//end//

It's funny to think about, then you would scold me in the morning telling me if I wanted to call that I should do it tomorrow.

but I couldn't help it, you used to be stuck in my head every night when you weren't with me. Even now, but not just every night... every day i miss you.

I feel so numb, I don't feel sadness anymore since i know you wouldn't want that for me, and I don't feel happiness anymore because you're not with me.

I don't know what to write anymore. Writing about you every day isn't making me feel better but at the same time, nothing is making me feel better. You make me feel better. If I could ask you one question it would be

"Where are you, my love?"

I wouldn't ask if you still loved me. I just want to know where you are, so I could make sure that the one that stole my heart is safe in someone else's arms.

✵ It's better for me, better for me
Better for you, better for you
If we just do what we came to separately.

//T//