I miss you. But I don’t have any idea how and when to talk to you, even just to text you with a single “HI” I guess I don’t have the balls to do it. I feel like I’ve damaged you enough so I don’t have any guts to face you though I really want to. I guess I am so ashamed on what I’ve done to you.
And you cross in my mind so frequently, and every time I saw the lamp post through my bedroom I always remember you, it’s like you are constant light through the night that compliments the beauty of the empty street because you see the best out of the emptiness.
"The Remembering" - T.S.















