I miss you
I don't know why
But true, I just do.
We don't even know each other
We don't even know anything about us
We even still ask each other questions about who we are
We didn't even talk to each other, looked at, or meet
But somehow you are always there whenever I need you
You might not ever present now, to held me like what others think about us.
But someday, maybe it could happen
But now is now, tomorrow is tomorrow, and then let it be a distant memory.
What I feel this may be hard to guess by anyone, like they know everything about love, they thought they're pro
But when they found out about this, whether they still remain as a pro?
It seems big no.
Because this feeling is indeed hard to understand, even you, or me.
No one understands,
Until it makes me like this.
- dlx
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
I miss you
I don't know why
But true, I just do.
We don't even know each other
We don't even know anything about us
We even still ask each other questions about who we are
We didn't even talk to each other, looked at, or meet
But somehow you are always there whenever I need you
You might not ever present now, to held me like what others think about us.
But someday, maybe it could happen
But now is now, tomorrow is tomorrow, and then let it be a distant memory.
What I feel this may be hard to guess by anyone, like they know everything about love, they thought they're pro
But when they found out about this, whether they still remain as a pro?
It seems big no.
Because this feeling is indeed hard to understand, even you, or me.
No one understands,
Until it makes me like this.
- dlx
