Monday, November 26, 2007
25th July, 2003.4 years plus.
1256 days.
it has never changed.
it's always about you.
everyone is sick of it.
"Stella, so long already!"
yes i know,
so long.
4 damn bloody years.
how come he's still here.
i lie.
i cant move on.
because of you.
every song i hear,
i see your image,
right there.
yes i was "young".
yes you left.
yes i was naive.
yes to everything.
even i miss you.
you left,
like i used to say,
i'm stuck at that very place.
i still see that keyboard,
the one which my tears dried on.
if you could use $1 to buy the date of your death, would you?
i would.
i wouldnt be using the excuse
to spend time with my family,
to spend time with my friends,
to do the things i love.
instead,
i would find you
and give you a BIG hug.
a hug which you wouldnt like,
a hug for you to think,
a hug for me to remember,
a hug to replace all these years.
it never mean a thing to you,
it means a lot to me.
i thought you disappear,
but you appear on the bus.
i thought you changed,
but you looked the same.
we used to talk about having dogs at home.
you have one now.
i have none.
all grown up,
no more "i hope you'll come back."
instead, i hope you'll be happy.
i hope i will too.
just a hug?
