Aboutday & night dreamer. loves singing. worships jazz & blues. has a little too much love for her own hair. wishes to have been born in the 1940s or earlier. in love with the telly. believes in music.
Home. In the episode of “The Queen with the drama”. I fucking came back and she still throws dramas around. Not that I don’t understand but it is easier for both of us to stay apart. I’m sorry.
It breaks my heart a little when you can’t get a good night sleep. And I can’t tell you to stop worrying cause it’d do nothing. I just wish I were there to guard you sleep. Or maybe, you could get someone to do that for you, I’ll be fine. As long as you’re fine.
I didn’t expect it would be this hard.
Even a trip to the supermarket becomes an emotional experience. Shit. May this phase passes fast.
Gosh, after everything I still wish that you’d be by my side running your fingers through my hair and kiss me on my both closed eyes. And I thought I’m done crying.
Who’s gonna play with my hair?
What is life without you?
Is it a life at all?
How could I do this to myself?
If you only knew how incomplete my world is without you here.
And this world is getting colder, literally.
I just miss you too much,
Maybe I’m selfish,
to want you here to complete my world.
But all I know is that I miss you.
On second thought,
what if you don’t actually wanna know?