i write.
no, i don't write because you asked me months ago.
i write because, well, i just do.
i dont want to but my mind is in a mess and my heart is aching so i think the best way to get rid of it is by
writing.
i write everything.
i remember once i wrote about how wet my hands when we went out for the first time.
or the time when my heartbeat was too loud that you said you could feel it when you were holding me between your arms.
oh
and i once wrote about my feeling when you told me that you had to leave me because of your parents, and our tears went down together through our phones.
and recently i wrote about how you found someone else but still asking me to go out, yet there you are throwing flowers and ***** over her face.
i write to calm my mind.
writing is good for my mind,
but not for my heart.