there's not a second she'll not miss him,

there's not a minute she'll not love him,

there's not an hour she'll not think of him,

but there's not a lifetime she'll wait for him..

- yours truly.

i lied to myself that i got over him.
i lied to myself that i do not love him anymore.
i lied to myself that he's not worth every single tear.
i lied to myself that he's a jerk.
i lied to myself that without him, life will be easier.
i lied to myself that i will not let him get into my head.
i lied to myself that the memories are erased.
i lied to myself that i have given up hope on him.
i'm a big liar.

i did not realised that i still miss him, not till these few days. went to tuition, was writing an essay something related to patriotic nation. and out of the blue, he came into the picture again. if he was still there, he would have looked at my essay and i would start disturbing him and not let him look at it. and fuck my eyes were stinging again. looking back at the pictures of the both of us in my phone, they did not bring a single smile to my face. instead, my eyes started to get watery again.

i guess to people who have gone through major heartbreaks will know how much it hurts when the person you cared for seems to be shutting you outta his/her life. screw heartbreaks.

no more sweet nothings.

no more xoxos.

no more holding hands.

..no more us.

so much for emo days. *sighs dramatically*