Poetic Heartache

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:


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