Sometimes I ask myself do I fully of letting him go?
I really don’t know. I do miss him somehow. I’m not sure I
miss the moments I spent with him or the longing to be with him.
But it doesn’t matter now. He doesn’t even bother me
anymore. Perhaps, it’s a good thing to force myself to move on.
Strange right? We were once so close together like two birds
of a feather would be. Now, i think he would just walk on by if he sees me.
So here I am, single, alone in the room on this rainy day
and writing the good old sad story.
You know sometimes I could be so silly until I stalk people
in Facebook and look at those couple photos. Curse them lol.
Love can be many spendlour things, doesn't it? No one can
deny the joy it brings. Dreams come true and those fairy tales. Love sometimes
is like a drug that makes you blind but you will be very proud when the world
is seeing how blind you are.
I wonder how they can attach so easily. Do they really care
how fast they fall?
For me, it takes a lifetime for me to change my relationship
status in Facebook. Perhaps, I’m that diva that irks every one. Or maybe I never
bare my tits in Facebook, that’s why no one approaches me. Seriously, tits
could boost popularity in Facebook with the number of likes. Hello world, this
is my tits, please like.
Or maybe I don’t spam Facebook timeline enough so that’s why
nobody takes notice of me. Really, I have friends who have 20 over postings per
day. Maybe I should exceed them with 30 posts! Hello World look at me,
attention whore is posting something in Facebook!
Talking about Facebook, there’s a rather cute and hot guy who
records himself playing his lips (kissing gesture) and post it in the Facebook.
It is very very disturbing!!
Put the sarcasm aside. After all those break ups and
almost-got-it situation I’m very tired. Yes, i'm sadder but i'm wiser too after all these shortcomings.
Don’t you think that love is really a
cycle. Fall in love -> Hook up -> Break up-> Move on -> fall in
love again
Swear, I ain’t gonna fall into that sick cycle again. But
alas, when love calls, I can’t refuse it. Maybe I should hold on tight this
time around.