This blog is pretty much on hiatus now.
I don’t know. I’m so caught up with my tangled decisions, I keep on delaying things that I know I should prioritize. I just want to sleep for a long time and never wake up while my life will decide on itself. Ugh, I know I’m not making any sense now. I feel drunk and tired.
It’s like I’m drowning, and you saved me.
You are the feeling of surfacing out to get air.
You are the spectrum to my black and white and gray life.
You are the familiar face in every crowd.
You are the home that I’d always be welcomed into.
You are the sun rays that escaped through the clouds.
You are the stars in my darkest nights.
You are there when I’m not even searching.
You are here.
You are everywhere.
21. Like the Flowing River by Paulo Coelho
22. If I Stay by Gayle Forman
Here I am again, lost in my own thoughts.
Tomorrow is the day. The day to prove my self-worth. The day to strike and grab what’s rightfully mine. The day to be the real me.
Hahahaha! I’m afraid he’ll read this. So yeah.
I think those should be enough clues. Haha
By the time I reached the station, the train had already left. He, too, had left me. I wanted to shout, to get mad at the world, to blame everyone around me. But then, it was me. It was me who had been so stubborn. It was me who had been hard on him. It was me who had pushed him away. I can’t do anything now. Abruptly, I grew cold in the knees, and fell sitting onto the hard concrete floor. Everything went blank as if the world stopped spinning. Unconsciously looking at the ground I said, “Why did you leave?”
"I will never leave you." The world dawned on me when I heard those five words. It was his voice. I slowly turn my head to look at the person in front of me. There he was, offering his hand with that beautiful smile on his face. He stayed, and he will never leave. I took his hand in my mine. This was real, he was here. And I’ll never let go of this hand forever.