i yearn for a time capsule machine to be invented, to bring me back into the past, to relive those moments of how i loved somebody and experiencing euphoria at the same time without feeling the slightest of heartbreaking sensations here and there when it wasnt well appreciated. i'm missing him, and him. one whom i loved unconditionally but still left me, the other, one who couldnt accept my flaw of not able to remember things and labelled me as not thoughtful enough as a consequence; left me without notice, and never ever bothered to draw the line between us, he just left it there, to let things heal and fade away.
every story ended sour. i have 6 such stories. i have 6 such tragedy to share. each of them was brutal, heart rapturing, leaving my nights sleepless like after watching a horror flim, with blood splattering everywhere, mirroring my life as mutilation performed upon a human's body. my body that is. pain was beyond comprehension, beyond your limits of tolerance, unless you're me.
but he did come back to me, not as my lover, but as a friend. he was now unreachable. everytime i spend time with him, i feel the way i felt towards him the first time we met. an indescribable feeling. he could make me fall in love with him 10 times in a row in a second. 10000 times in a row in a minute. but i've faced up to reality. we're really not meant for each other. (if u really did the mathematics and it didn't tally, you should've realised it's just an estimation, or rather, its never definite :) so don't bother)
every story ended sour. i have 6 such stories. i have 6 such tragedy to share. each of them was brutal, heart rapturing, leaving my nights sleepless like after watching a horror flim, with blood splattering everywhere, mirroring my life as mutilation performed upon a human's body. my body that is. pain was beyond comprehension, beyond your limits of tolerance, unless you're me.
but he did come back to me, not as my lover, but as a friend. he was now unreachable. everytime i spend time with him, i feel the way i felt towards him the first time we met. an indescribable feeling. he could make me fall in love with him 10 times in a row in a second. 10000 times in a row in a minute. but i've faced up to reality. we're really not meant for each other. (if u really did the mathematics and it didn't tally, you should've realised it's just an estimation, or rather, its never definite :) so don't bother)
-wl, with you, what i've sustained on was that kind of feeling you've given me. it's just like dreaming during my conciousness. u're my fairytale. u're too good to be true. and i'll never believe that it's gonna be true. (:
so instead of dwelling on the past, i'm gonna wait for my prince charming to pick me up. one day, i know. it'll be my turn to be cinderella and live happily ever after.
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