dearest

to this special someone who is not so special after all:



every night i ask myself what went wrong or maybe what's wrong with me.
and how i could still sit here and watch you and keep everything cool.
where do i get the courage to face you? even text you? even throw jokes when you're around?
i have been trying so hard to think that you don't deserve all this attention,
that after all you are just a piece of shit who likes to play
games and unfortunately i was one of your victims.
but how come i can't make myself hate you?

anyway, i still wish you the best of luck. and whenever you need me i am just around the corner and just a text away. i can't say goodbye. but i can't wait for too long either. after all, we are just under the same lonely sky...