Sometimes, when people grow... They grow apart.
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"People change, feeling change. It doesn't mean that the love once shared wasn't true and real. It simply means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart." I know, this is the saddest part of the story. It has been one year, and one week. Then, the next day... It's turning just another three months. First, I'm talking about my singlehood, second I'm referring to my status of "exclusively dating/seeing someone". It makes a difference. Right? Well, I guess for some, they wouldn't understand. Well then, this is my story. Hence, later... I promise. I shall go back to work.
I've been missing a lot. About myself, about you. About us. I hate to suddenly feel this way... But I'm missing you today, more than yesterday, more than ever you'd know. More than these pair of chinky eyes that I have, I know it's far way to see you enough, again. We have probably gone so faaar. We've grown. Noooo. We grew apart. Apart from each other. So long and saddening. I can't wait for the moment to meet you, again. To feel your heart and soul, caress me again. You hear me, don't you? Are you listening to the sound of rainbow lullabies? Do you see me across your window, smiling back at you? If not, let me repeat and whisper back to your ears again. I'm just staring. Staring blankly at this dark ceiling. Thinking. Thinking of you. Thinking of us...Of what had happened to us. And still, thinking of the possibilities that "MIGHT" happen, to me, to you, to us.
Where were you? Where are you? I've been looking for you, no. I've been thinking of you.
I've been missing a lot. About myself, about you. About us. I hate to suddenly feel this way... But I'm missing you today, more than yesterday, more than ever you'd know. More than these pair of chinky eyes that I have, I know it's far way to see you enough, again. We have probably gone so faaar. We've grown. Noooo. We grew apart. Apart from each other. So long and saddening. I can't wait for the moment to meet you, again. To feel your heart and soul, caress me again. You hear me, don't you? Are you listening to the sound of rainbow lullabies? Do you see me across your window, smiling back at you? If not, let me repeat and whisper back to your ears again. I'm just staring. Staring blankly at this dark ceiling. Thinking. Thinking of you. Thinking of us...Of what had happened to us. And still, thinking of the possibilities that "MIGHT" happen, to me, to you, to us.
Where were you? Where are you? I've been looking for you, no. I've been thinking of you.
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