This pain – they call it poetic heartache.
But it is ironic that I find words can hardly express what I feel deep down inside me. Hardly poetic.
Yesterday was one day I felt immensely happy and sad. (That sentence doesn’t quite sum it up.)
I didn’t want brunch with you. All I wanted is for us to walk together aimlessly down a windy road that never ends, chatting about random stuff.
I was not bored. I just wanted to see your face, and somehow that is all that matters to me.
That last hand-grab? I guess I didn’t want you to leave me. D:
