Time really doesn't wait for anyone.
It's already the 4th week without him.
But my heart still has not change.
I did not waver.
I put this as a test for myself too,
whether my endurance or my love for him is that strong or not.
It surprises me.
I am still doing good,
and standing strong.
Even though you told me to forget your existence,
but I wouldn't.
I will persevere till I find a full stop.
As saying goes:
An ending marks a new beginning.
I will hold on to this to keep me strong.
Many people told me that I am silly to wait for someone as heartless like him,
who doesn't even make a call to me or even an sms.
But I would like to put faith on him and on our love.
I know he has his reason for standing strong for not contacting me,
But sometimes when people told me that he did not contact you because he had got over you.
This have shook me hard.
Because I feel like I am in a long, cold and dark tunnel,
searching for my light to exit to my fantasy world.
What a long journey,
I thought.
Where is the light of my life?
Where he will look at my face silently and stroke my hair while I was sleeping soundly.
I miss everything of him.
His hands,
where he will sometimes pat me to sleep.
His face,
where I will stroke with my hand,
His hair,
where I will gently brush with my fingers.
His eyes,
where I will secretly look upon while he was concentrating doing his things.
His back,
where I watch sliently and admiringly through all these years.
Massage him when he is feeling exhausted.
Hold him in my arms when he wants to be cuddled.
His voice is that I miss the most,
Saying things softly into my ears that had made me feel so happy and sweet.
I miss the times where I will lie on his bed looking into the sky through his room window.
Such calm and soothing feelings.
I will never forget..
Now dreaming of him is the only way that I can see him talk and move.
I feel so pathetic now.
Tears never seems to stop.
They come every now and then.
Everything reminds me of him.
Sometimes when I hear the engine of the bike,
I would thought that it might be him.
But it would never happen.
All these are my wishful thinkings.
Even though I am not supposed to wait and assume,
but I can't help it.
Facing everything alone can be so frightening and lonely.
My wish is to go back to Semba**** happily with him again.