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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Like I didn't matter at all.
Sometimes, i really wonder what i am to you.. Like i wasn't there at all. Like i didn't exist in your life. Like i'm a falling star, kept falling, not staying, not soaring. And so i kept trying, but you kept shrugging and so it always end up with nothing. Sometimes i don't feel like saying all these things, because it's like a repeat of what i've said before, even though it's exact how i feel right now.. I shall leave some of those in my mind and not pen it down.
Someone asked me what happened. And it made me remember. REMEMBER those days when smiles matter, those days rainbows were possible, those days where you'd look forward to another day with each other, those days where we were there for each other, those days that we'd look forward to each other's replies, those days when the going gets tough, i'll get you going tough, those days when extra bits of love and concerns were put in place to get each other through, those days when we'd go out together, just having fun, those days when promises matter, those days when i deserved to smile, those days when we'd stone at each other, knowing that we'd just needed company,those days when we hugged, those days when we'd just sit at the bleachers and admire the wonders that fate works to bring us this close. Reminiscence. Those days no more. And it's really sad to watch it die like this despite sometimes trying hard to salvage it. "If it's meant to be yours, it'll be yours. If it's not, let it go, for if it's yours, it'll come back to you, for if it doesn't even belong to you, it'll never meant to be yours. I should like let go of everything now. My life, my school life, my friends, my everything. Because i'm so sick and tired of having to try over and over again. "If it's yours, it'll come back to you." Staying up till daylight to wait for a reply. I was hoping my phone died or something. Never once stupidity became part of my life. Maybe just this once. If it stops raining tmrw, i should go back to my secret hideout and Labels: Let Go, Reminiscence |