Frankly, I'm obsessed with having the perfect furnishing in my room, like all self professed perfectionists, I fell short in keeping my room picture perfect. I have been throwing out stuffs which are dear to me, clothes, things, stuffs, that reminds me that I am still me. It was not easy to start all over again, but as reality sinks in, I can't help but to wonder the recent events that led me into this uneasiness of cleaning my closet.
The calender stays stagnant at the month of September, I've regretted I didn't seize the moment to reach out to you, I didn't wake up to kiss you while you were covering my blanket, I regret I didn't hug you to sleep. I was ignorant, caught up in my own world that I've taken things for granted. That's my reality. At times, I wish the time would turn, but I know it wouldn't, letting you go was perhaps the hardest thing to do.
It pierced my heart, opening a new wound that would stay forever in my soul. I've understood the meanings, the subtle meanings all these time I chose not to believe in them until that day. The day where ominous silence fills the air in our conversations, the awkward response of love to each other, even the look in our eyes doesn't felt the same anymore.
Where it went? What drove us to be drifted apart from each other? Why I can't stop myself from shedding tears under the blanket of the night. Perhaps time could only make things right, for us but at this moment I am Me.
This is my reality.
The calender stays stagnant at the month of September, I've regretted I didn't seize the moment to reach out to you, I didn't wake up to kiss you while you were covering my blanket, I regret I didn't hug you to sleep. I was ignorant, caught up in my own world that I've taken things for granted. That's my reality. At times, I wish the time would turn, but I know it wouldn't, letting you go was perhaps the hardest thing to do.
It pierced my heart, opening a new wound that would stay forever in my soul. I've understood the meanings, the subtle meanings all these time I chose not to believe in them until that day. The day where ominous silence fills the air in our conversations, the awkward response of love to each other, even the look in our eyes doesn't felt the same anymore.
Where it went? What drove us to be drifted apart from each other? Why I can't stop myself from shedding tears under the blanket of the night. Perhaps time could only make things right, for us but at this moment I am Me.
This is my reality.
darling, are you ok
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