Sunday, July 06, 2008
I'm always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere,
On the opposite platform, in the windows along the lane,
Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place.
I always end up looking for your smile, to appear somewhere
At the railroad crossing, waiting for the express to pass
Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place
If our lives could be restarted,
No matter how many times it will be I will go back to you
What I would wanted then would then be nothing
The Things Other Then You!
How are you doing?
Things are fine? Everything is okay?
I'm sure he's a few times better than me?
Hope everything's good, happy anniversary.
How do I live everyday like it's my last when every night I can't seem to say the words I wanna say?
When I pick up my phone, I'm reminded on how close I was to you and how far you suddenly became. You were just a text or a call away but somehow, it is too awkward, too difficult.
I just want you to drop me a miss call like the old days, or scold me, quarrel with me, confessing everyday that you loved me.
How much longer will I have to wait to see you again? To hear your voice again? To see your name pop up in my inbox again? How much longer?
6 July 2008 1051pm