Memories of You.
Even as I holiday in Genting, so many things remind me of you. Your name seems to pop up everywhere I look, making my heart ache that much more; making my heart that much more restless.
I call you everyday because I have to hear your voice. Although I whine/complain that I have to be the one to call you everytime now, I don't mind calling if it means I can talk to you. Which is also why, don't care where I am, I would be happy to talk to you. Even if I"m outside, with my friends, with my family, etc. Whenever I see your name when my phone rings, I smile from ear to ear.
I know you probably don't feel it as much as I do; I think you can go on for days without contacting me if you wanted to. And trust me, sometimes I wish I wouldn't get so attached so easily; fall so hard for someone, because it hurts to feel that your other half is perfectly fine and not missing you, when you, on the other hand, are restless from the lack of contact.
Maybe I was brought up in that manner, but sometimes, it would be nice if you could just tell me where I stand, in your heart maybe? I've told you exactly how I feel about you; how you make me feel.
Because to be very honest, I think of you the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed. And I'm not kidding. Even when I go to bed I think of you, because I'll be hugging your pillow.
Sure, I'm enjoying myself with my friends and keeping myself occupied with activities. But just because I'm busy and occupied, doesn't mean I can't still think of you. Take Genting for example. Behind our hotel, there is this 'park', which has this gorgeous view of Genting. We went there on our first night, and the moment I saw the view; the lights scattered below, twinkling in the dark, I thought of you. I thought of that time you took me to see the view of Kampar. And I remembered that that day, when I was admiring the view, that was the first time we properly hugged. I imagined what it would be like to be there at Genting, watching the view with you.
And I have also been dreaming (not literally dreaming when I'm asleep, but dreaming... you get what I mean) of you maybe surprising me in Kampar one weekend. Well, at least that was what I had been hoping for.
Or it need not even be a surprise; just knowing that I'll be seeing you soon is enough to make me happy.
I haven't forgotten what you told me: that coming to and fro from Penang to Kampar or vice versa would cost you at least RM100, which is why I don't expect you to come every weekend.
But seeing you, along with maybe hearing an 'I love you' and knowing that you actually missed me, would have been nice.
I miss you.
I call you everyday because I have to hear your voice. Although I whine/complain that I have to be the one to call you everytime now, I don't mind calling if it means I can talk to you. Which is also why, don't care where I am, I would be happy to talk to you. Even if I"m outside, with my friends, with my family, etc. Whenever I see your name when my phone rings, I smile from ear to ear.
I know you probably don't feel it as much as I do; I think you can go on for days without contacting me if you wanted to. And trust me, sometimes I wish I wouldn't get so attached so easily; fall so hard for someone, because it hurts to feel that your other half is perfectly fine and not missing you, when you, on the other hand, are restless from the lack of contact.
Maybe I was brought up in that manner, but sometimes, it would be nice if you could just tell me where I stand, in your heart maybe? I've told you exactly how I feel about you; how you make me feel.
Because to be very honest, I think of you the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed. And I'm not kidding. Even when I go to bed I think of you, because I'll be hugging your pillow.
Sure, I'm enjoying myself with my friends and keeping myself occupied with activities. But just because I'm busy and occupied, doesn't mean I can't still think of you. Take Genting for example. Behind our hotel, there is this 'park', which has this gorgeous view of Genting. We went there on our first night, and the moment I saw the view; the lights scattered below, twinkling in the dark, I thought of you. I thought of that time you took me to see the view of Kampar. And I remembered that that day, when I was admiring the view, that was the first time we properly hugged. I imagined what it would be like to be there at Genting, watching the view with you.
And I have also been dreaming (not literally dreaming when I'm asleep, but dreaming... you get what I mean) of you maybe surprising me in Kampar one weekend. Well, at least that was what I had been hoping for.
Or it need not even be a surprise; just knowing that I'll be seeing you soon is enough to make me happy.
I haven't forgotten what you told me: that coming to and fro from Penang to Kampar or vice versa would cost you at least RM100, which is why I don't expect you to come every weekend.
But seeing you, along with maybe hearing an 'I love you' and knowing that you actually missed me, would have been nice.
I miss you.