2016-10-03 - 8:38 a.m.
"How's he doing?" There was more in your question, something else in your expression A pair of bloodshot eyes a cringe instead of a smile It didn't take long to realise "We haven't spoken to each other and it's been two weeks," you finally confessed, with that familiar, emotional streak Your sleep has been restless That night, I sat with my fried rice and a drink cold with ice My head was with zero advice "I guess he's moved on," you said and shrugged, looking all forlorn Obviously, you were heartbroken Dumbly, almost emotionally-attached, only one thing I said: "Only time heals." You just nodded and patted my shoulder "Thanks," was all you said before we parted I really hoped you'd feel better Still, why does love have to hurt? R. (Jakarta, 12/9/2016 - 5:30 pm)
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