Jan 2014
There's always that one person who will always have your heart.* I remember a song saying, and all I could think about is you. Unfair isn't? Unconsciously, I have given a special part of me without me, knowing. What is even funnier is that you're not aware of it. You've made me happy without you noticing. You've made look forward to things without you trying. The sad part though is that, you've also hurt me without you, knowing.
It started when you stopped talking to me. I don't know. Maybe I said something stupid and it made you feel bad. But I know the kind of person you are. You don't dwell on things so, I am not really sure. All I know is that you stopped talking to me. Well, you still talk to me but it was not the same anymore. What even ***** is that there were times when you pretended like I was not there. You would talk to other people the way you used to talk to me and I swear, I was tearing into pieces. Like, were you doing these things unconsciously? or, were you just like that? I can't tell anymore.
You told me to be this and that. I did not follow. This is my silent way of rebelling. I know you care for me and I like the way it feels. I'm sorry if I would intentionally do the opposite of the things I shouldn't. When you're around, I can't help but to be a baby. I thought you would take care of me. Apparently, I was wrong. I thought we have something. You made me feel like there was. It took me quite some time to realize though that it was over. Is everything just an illusion?
I miss the old us. The confusing and happy us. So now I know you weren't exactly what I thought you were. Because if you were, you would not change. How I wish though that you're still here. I miss having you around. I don't know what this is. But I just feel like I need to share everything to you. It saddens me. So many things took place already and I know you will be happy for me.
This is life. People come and go. Feelings don't, specially the real ones. Or maybe they do. Only time will tell.
What is this? definitely not a poem.
It started when you stopped talking to me. I don't know. Maybe I said something stupid and it made you feel bad. But I know the kind of person you are. You don't dwell on things so, I am not really sure. All I know is that you stopped talking to me. Well, you still talk to me but it was not the same anymore. What even ***** is that there were times when you pretended like I was not there. You would talk to other people the way you used to talk to me and I swear, I was tearing into pieces. Like, were you doing these things unconsciously? or, were you just like that? I can't tell anymore.
You told me to be this and that. I did not follow. This is my silent way of rebelling. I know you care for me and I like the way it feels. I'm sorry if I would intentionally do the opposite of the things I shouldn't. When you're around, I can't help but to be a baby. I thought you would take care of me. Apparently, I was wrong. I thought we have something. You made me feel like there was. It took me quite some time to realize though that it was over. Is everything just an illusion?
I miss the old us. The confusing and happy us. So now I know you weren't exactly what I thought you were. Because if you were, you would not change. How I wish though that you're still here. I miss having you around. I don't know what this is. But I just feel like I need to share everything to you. It saddens me. So many things took place already and I know you will be happy for me.
This is life. People come and go. Feelings don't, specially the real ones. Or maybe they do. Only time will tell.
What is this? definitely not a poem.
