A Week!
It pushes me hard to believe that you aren't here too. I watch you hanging out with your love that has replaced me and my memories in you. I still insist myself that I gotta make a change in this matter of you moving on and leaving me in vain. I resist myself from the memories , laughter, smell of your perfume. Well, it feels like I cant hold it any longer than expected. So what if I lost myself? What profit did you make from my love that you had to leave it when it was a recess period? Is this what it means " Memories fade". Did your scars fade away too.? Trust me, right at this moment of me writing this piece of blog what you never gave a fuck for, I still listen to your humming tunes of songs that you prefer the most. "Thousand Years-Christina Perry" - was flushed with sweetness, tears , happiness, when you said " That song tells my feelings towards". So what does it say now? Fuck Memories? I'm ending up somewhere I shouldn...