I swear to God, my heart skipped a beat, reading this text. HIS text. How could I be so careless as to stalk him with my own Twitter account and FUCKING REQUESTED TO FOLLOW HIM. I didnt know what I was thinking last night. Maybe because of Atuk Ayah's death, otak aku jadi tak betul?
And... the following conversation doesnt end well. I dont think Im prepared, yet. Or ever will. I used to put his well-being over mine, and with the current state of my mind, take one more stress and I will fucking explode.
I really miss you, though. Miss talking to you. It has been what, almost a year? But I cant seem to put aside my ego, and just talk to you. Im so sorry. For the time being, I am still not ready.
The way you left things,
It is wrong.
And it still hurts.
And the fact,
You keep on blaming me,
Alone,
It still fucking hurts.
I wish you nothing but good fortune, man. I really do.
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