Mar 24, 2017
Je pense tellement á toi.
Staring to these empty chairs. Is he looking the same as me? Two minds, four empty eyes were collide. Did we see love? Who knows... Sitting on this chair. Smelling the exquisite of the coffee on friday night. Is he thinking the same as me? Curiosity about how bitter it was tasted.
Glancing to this languish heart, is he feeling as hurt as mine?
For this heart being left and withered. For this heart is dying. For this heart was drained of its faith. For this heart begging for a cure.
Asking to the ocean of agony. Does he love as deep as mine? Does he ever love me? .....
Tu seras toujours dans mon coeur. Tu me manques...