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Posted on
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tell me that It's over
NDP's drawing near, and it'll always reminds me of you.
Of course, you're blurring the lines. I'm convinced now. It's unofficially over but we know we'll be there for each other in times of happiness and melancholy. The night was full of laughter, but was it a night full of lies? Were you being pretentious or are you deeply sincere? I asked, "What would you think if someone said 'I love you like the stars and the moon?'" Your reply was, "Does the stars and the moon love each other?" You looked up the dark sky and said "I don't see a moon, I only see stars." I looked up, and finally that sentenced flicked off my mind. I was on my way home when I messaged you for clarifications, but your replies were nothing more than a pain which felt like a thousand needles pressed through my skin. Excruciating enough that I cried while walking home, feeling nauseated. I gazed up the sky, and saw the stars and the moon. It doesn't make any difference now, does it? Everything's down the drain. Priceless, not in a good note. Continued walking home, blast out a loud, happy music, Jai Ho (You Are My Destiny). I sped up my pace and reached my destination. Still, no replies from you. It matters me not because I accept the fact that you don't and I shall not humiliate myself by giving you a chase. But at least, you gave me a chance to take a long look at your face earlier (which I finally realised you were more than just good-looking). I smiled to myself, thinking how lucky I am to have known you. It's a bummer shit happens. You may not wanna hurt me later, but hurting me now makes it the worst, Love.
