11.4.28

I am pathetic.

Wishing he loves me like I do, by magic.

Then I pretend to be like I am not.

And realize it’s only hurt.

One day, I figured out it all.

that I will never be with you.

So I no longer have to pretend anything.

I am forgetting you, this is the fact.

But when I am laughing with my friends, the one I seek is you to watch me laugh.

And when I am lying on the bed, hurtful, the voice I want to hear is yours.

I just think that knowing you’re around is a must.

But except you, I can’t think about anything better.

Cause sometimes, the only thing we can do is to love.

                                                                                                -p.puteri