Stay put
Things, change. As much as I like things to be stagnant when it’s too good to be true, people walk in and out, doors close and open, underwear to be changed.
Generally happy, kicking my mindset to be optimistic. Like, I just like the way things are, not thinking of what-ifs, what should have been, what could have been.
Alas, the thoughts of you haunt me. A pang of hurt, regrets, self loathing. Is it my fault? Am I to blame for your habitual “disappearances”? I don’t update the blog I wrote for you anymore- nothing to write because the characters are the same, the plot is the same, the ending is the same. A tragedy, the female lead wallows in misery, the longing for him, he who wasn’t hers at all, never was.
Your picture, your face, in my wallpaper. For what I put your face, of us for me to see daily, I do not know.
I wished you are here with me.
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I still see cracks, I see things I wished I do not.
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Am I so lousy? Am I so useless after all?
