i still remember the morning when i woke up and found everything about him was gone
no socks on the floor, no shoes behind the door, no t-shirts lying at the corner
“when i opened the door, and you were not there any more”
it was kinda shock at the beginning, then went to heartache, then went to tears
it was my way to say goodbye when i was the one to leave
but when i was the one who stayed, it was something i can’t stand
months later, i got an email from a friend, he ended up with “never be afraid to say goodbyes”
almost brought me to tears, i know i was never able to do that
they say when u grow up, u will learn how to pretect urself from getting hurt
actually it’s simply, u just don give that much then u won’t get hurt
but how can u say love when u’r holding back ur feelings?
it’s unreasonable.
it’s a paradox.
it’s called love.
