Chunkee

Heyow

Hello poexh

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.
          And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

I see.

I hope you're happy

Confused.

Paramdam ka naman, please?

I'm so in love with you.