#lovethatdied

Could you please hold on to me tight?

Because I hate the idea letting go.

Hold on to me, to these precious moments.

Maybe make this our forever?

Or perhaps our story is destined to be more colourful,

Or twisted, as some would say.

Let's enjoy this last glass of wine

Fulfill this last crimson evening.

Play me the piano,

I'll dance to the tune.

Sing me our song,

And I'll fall asleep.

And as the last rose withers,

Let's wait.

Because the clock won't stop ticking.

And nor would our hearts stop beating.

They just don't. They'll love someone for years and years ~ and mind you not just as a crush, they love for they'll love them for their imperfections and still keep mum. Nobody is going to break their hearts when they have themselves for the job. And with every crack in their heart they'll love that person more. But always, stay silent and calm. And just like that, one day, their time will run out. And they'll still keep loving.

We don't talk anymore...

The day you asked from me something more than friendship and I said yes to it was the day when what we had, ended. I've been talking to you since so long, and in these years I had grown to respect and adore you. "You are my never-ending universe" as I used to tell you. A perfect friend, a scholar, you've always understood me. Or so I thought.

What I thought was one of the biggest birthday surprises I've ever had, turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I should have never said yes to you. You were special. And we didn't need a label. You got me and I got you. And together we weaved dreams that could have turned to reality.

I still have your first email starred on my inbox. You came to my rescue when I needed someone the most. If only you could see me writing this. If only you knew how much you meant to me. If only you knew how much I missed you. Why did we have to bring romance between what we had? See how bad it ended up.

I'm so sorry. I can only apologize to you for hurting you so bad. I am a trainwreck~ if only I could tell you this. Maybe then you'd have run away and I'd have still ended up losing you ~ but probably you would not have been hurt.

I miss you so much. And I know that somewhere, sometimes you think of me as well. Yet we don't talk anymore.