One day when I woke up, I realised that you’re no longer by my side.
That you thought I didn’t want you to be the mum of my kids.
The thought of losing you is too much to bear, not to mention about the fact that I’m going to lose you forever. If there’s a chance for me to explain myself, I suppose a hug and a kiss to the forehead would be sufficient.
But how many “if”s can one have in his life? Not many. Probably not even one.
The route to growing up is a tough one. You can only move forward in life. Mistakes are committed, admit it and move on.
The thought of you in his arms just irks me. It may sound like I haven’t got over you. But it really irritates me whenever I think of you…and him. I don’t want my love to turn into hate. I don’t want things to turn out this way.
“It’s not that our love died, it just never really bloomed. We didn’t really die, we just didn’t have the chance to grow. I can’t let go of you”
I still could not figure out how our 2 and a half year-long relationship terminated with just an SMS. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe it’s yours. Maybe we’re not wrong. We’re just not suited for each other.
“擦干了眼泪
我不要安慰
日子会过去才对
都是黑咖啡
苦得让我今晚不能入睡
不想活在重播的情节
你知道我想着谁
虽然梦想难免被现实打碎
on my way”
posted by yang @ 8:35 PM
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