My 3 weeks holiday just passed in a blink of an eye. It was such a torture leaving the airport just now. Seeing those tears and listening to those words from her is beyond my defense to uphold my tears. I feel the pain you’re going through from those look in your eyes. Well, this moment of depression definitely beats the shit out of my beautiful holiday. On the way back in the tube and train was another shitty moments of recalling back the past. Yes, that is basically what I do when I’m alone. I tend to think back all those memories of happiness.
Looking at the heater in my room reminds me of you sitting next to it when you are cold,
Walking into the kitchen reminds me of us preparing meals,
Looking at my bed reminds me of a young couple hugging through the night,
Scrolling the mouse feels as though I’m holding your hands when you’re using my laptop.
- Love you bop - xoxo
What more listening to the song (Look what you’ve done) that I transferred from baby’s phone. I should turn on some techno instead.
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