“If you see me in midnight walking in the streets
You’ll know it was me for I cannot sleep. “ Been asking to myself if you really are shining just for me. Because if not, I will turn off the lights in order for me not to see myself that I was hurt.

“If you see me in midnight walking in the streets
You’ll know it was me for I cannot sleep. “ Been asking to myself if you really are shining just for me. Because if not, I will turn off the lights in order for me not to see myself that I was hurt.
I was happy that day that I wrote it on my diary
Telling all the stories about you and me
How you are being so nice and sweet everyday.
Hmm… I remember something
Everything was written in blue ink
It was like a story telling…
“First page where everything started. On how we first met, on how we have been together. On how we thought that we are perfect for each other. It was like a fairy tale, full of love and laughter…”
But at the time passes by …
all the following pages rapidly vanished
Words become dark and blurry
I cannot read it clearly
Tears started to fall
I wanted to read it once more
Just to remember everything
Even If I will be in pain…
After all, the happiness that I had was just a dream
It was only just a dream
that separate me from pain
A dream written down like a story
A made up story that was written
in my lost diary.
A bruise is tender but does not last,
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“I miss talking to him. Every time I come across something I think he’d like, I just wish I could call him up or send him a text. Like the other day, I saw this movie, Coherence. It was about parallel universes, and I just know he’d love it. That’s the thing; he’s the only person i know who would appreciate it the same way I do. And I wish I could watch it with him and talk to him about it. Why is that so important to me? I don’t get it. I didn’t even think about all this before I knew him.”