I always wanted to go to beach, play a guitar, sing a song, feel the sand between our toes.. together.
They are no more.
A part of me is dying, I know, but I don't care.
As you start migrating out from my heart, it also became more and more empty.
My heart is like a room, you're moving out, and leaving pieces behind.
Pretending to be okay.
Smiling to forget things.
It helps for a while, but end of the day memories starts flashing in, and tears are flowing again.
I hope you will do better without me.
For a while.. I really need.. a hug. I am lonely.