I want to touch his face, just like yesterday my palm now is capable to recognizing his edges, his curves, his pieces unlike my eyes, my soul remembers him so well
"I don't want anybody else"
what a cruel human-being he is pieces by pieces was i cracked he did not even make a turn my broken heart what a heartless human-being he is thread by thread was i stitching he offered no hand
at first I thought you are different, no matter what might be happening between us, we will still like we used to be because you are different. While the other keep telling me that you are just like the rest when it comes to breaking up, I do not believe in them so please don't let me believe them .