Tonight I came to a realization.
That each one of us is broken.
And to portray:
Possibly our life is like an incomplete puzzle.

If we are fortunate, we might find our missing pieces and make us whole.

Till we discover our missing pieces,
We will try to fill the void.
Searching for something that will make us feel less lonely.

Aren't we all lonely?

every time she look back over her shoulder,
it's always the ghost of him that follows.

“I think it’s better this way” he whispered against her ear.

She smiled seemingly agree with his words.
“We shouldn’t take a risk in the first place” she muttered.

It's not the breakup that hurts.
It's the fact that he is no longer there to fill your days make it hurts.

You are no longer waking up to the sound of him sleeping soundly next to you.

He will not be there to comfort you when you need shoulder to cry on.

You will never feel the touch of his warm arms when he cuddled you close.

His goofy smile faded as he walked out of your room, without turning his head back.

Maybe this is why we said love is an idea.
I loved him, just because he is always there when I need someone to lean on.

Now I have learned,
Sometimes we just want someone in our lives,
Even if it is not the right fit.

I can tell you were doubting me.
I can see you were uncertain about what we could be.

But here i am,
I was sure about you.
I was certain about what we could be.

But all the certainty was not enough,
The love i gave was never sufficient.

That night, he pulled her body into his warm embrace. She closed her eyes as she inhaled his scent with all might.
She lifted her head and looked right into his eyes. She wondered, if he still look at her the same way, like when they first met.

“Do you think this is working out?” She finally asked him with fear in her heart she waited for his response.

He sighed. “I’d like to try, do you think this is going to work out?” He asked her back but she saw doubt in his eyes.

She smiled and nodded. But she knew, forever is never written in their story.

It's funny how a memory works.
And it's funny how my heart still aches every time I think about it.

It was saturday night,
You texted me asking me to meet you because you wanted to talk about us.
I was so anxious about what are we going to be.
I'm afraid you'll say goodbye yet I'm so excited about the thought of us being happily together.
I can't sleep that night thinking about every possibilities I'm going to face tomorrow morning.

sunday morning
You asked me to meet you after lunch.
I found myself very excited and a little nervous before our rendezvous.

It was one in the afternoon,
We sat there inside your car.
My heart beats funnily and my stomach keeps twitching.

You drove your car to a nearby parking lot.
And looked at me groggily after you parked your car.

And you started to talk,
You told me that your parents disapprove our relationship.
You stared into my eyes and I felt a tug in my chest.

I'm on the verge of tears, I remember thinking "how to hold it back?"
You sighed and told me that you are sorry.
And told me not to hate your family and I can put the blame on him.
But how can I hate him when I'm still so deeply in love with him?

I don't know what to say anymore
I don't think we were even speaking in our native language,
We were speaking in tears and nervous grief body language.

I told you not to apologize, and I completely understand
That sometimes, things can't always be the way we want them to be.
I would learn later that fate works in mysterious ways.

I catched myself staring at you, memorizing every detail of your face
Handling myself not to burst into tears.
Your eyes whispered to mine that they understood,
And you pulled me closer to your embrace.
It was warm, that is all I can think about.

You drove me home, and you parked your car before you dropped me off.
You asked me for one last hug before we say goodbye.

I stepped out of your car,
and now I know,
I know that we are only meant to cross each other path yet never going to walk on it together.

They gazed into each other eyes
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers tenderly.
She shutted her eyes tight,
As his warmth mouth leave her body tingled in unspoken bliss.

She likes it when the weather is cold, while he likes it when it's warm.

She likes her coffee cold, while he likes his coffee hot.

She is cold, and he is warm.

And they said opposite attracts,
Would they stay in each other arms whilst there are so many differences between them?

Would he keep her warm in a cold winter night?

Would she keep him cold in a warm summer day?

i just want you to want me again,
she sighs.

the beautiful memories start to play inside her mind,
breaking her into million pieces.

i don't want all of these memories anymore,
she mumbles to herself.

your love is like Ouija Board,
in the end you got to say goodbye.

having feelings for you was like,
roses without their thorn.

having feelings for you was like,
closing your eyes to feel but you feel none.

nothing but the pain, nothing but the scars he left.

you heard him whispering,
he whispers,
he whispering goodbye.
a goodbye that you never expected.