Baby, can I hold you tonight?
I'd like to think it's all about dependency, nothing more than that. But even if it's all about dependency, it's tearing me up inside.
I spend all my time thinking about you, wondering what you're up to now, wondering if I have ever crossed your mind, wondering if you are fine.
But even while I am so tempted to punch in your handphone number I cannot succumb into temptation to do so because I know you don't care anymore.
I have always kept the slightest, littlest things. Tiniest things like messages, I kept em' all. They have always been a source of comfort and warmth during cold and lonely nights. Even though some contain the simplest words, they carry alot of depth.
Despite being the laziest sloth, I would normally bother to take the time and effort to delete the messages in my inbox one by one when it's full, just so I could still keep your messages.
But today, I realised it was time. I clicked my way into the inbox, selected "Delete All" and mustered all the courage I had and erased them all.
It hurts. So badly. Very badly. It's cutting into my flesh, cutting into my heart. But I knew it was only right that I do so. Erase em' all.
Two plus years. It's been a long way back. I still remember what we had and what we still had after two plus years. I don't know where to start, don't know where to stop.
I feel pathetic, very pathetic. I keep on crawling back to you even though my mind tells me not to.
But because you are happier with the way things are now, I know it's only time that I let go...
I wouldn'y deny that I miss you so terribly, but.
Goodbye.
I spend all my time thinking about you, wondering what you're up to now, wondering if I have ever crossed your mind, wondering if you are fine.
But even while I am so tempted to punch in your handphone number I cannot succumb into temptation to do so because I know you don't care anymore.
I have always kept the slightest, littlest things. Tiniest things like messages, I kept em' all. They have always been a source of comfort and warmth during cold and lonely nights. Even though some contain the simplest words, they carry alot of depth.
Despite being the laziest sloth, I would normally bother to take the time and effort to delete the messages in my inbox one by one when it's full, just so I could still keep your messages.
But today, I realised it was time. I clicked my way into the inbox, selected "Delete All" and mustered all the courage I had and erased them all.
It hurts. So badly. Very badly. It's cutting into my flesh, cutting into my heart. But I knew it was only right that I do so. Erase em' all.
Two plus years. It's been a long way back. I still remember what we had and what we still had after two plus years. I don't know where to start, don't know where to stop.
I feel pathetic, very pathetic. I keep on crawling back to you even though my mind tells me not to.
But because you are happier with the way things are now, I know it's only time that I let go...
I wouldn'y deny that I miss you so terribly, but.
Goodbye.