The thought came to me on a relatively relaxed afternoon. I am on duty but the staff aren't around so I am practically spending time on a free ticking. Done with my task and objective for the day and its only a quarter past four. My thought's playing again.
I looked at your profile, even tried you chat box but to no avail.
I guess it's really over, the fire has died and my heart has to, again, and for the last time.
Every night I lay myself to sleep, wondering how warm you might be if only you're on my side. I sometimes cry the pain out, but only for the moment, for each time I see you y heart wouls gain be filled with that same excitement, with that same thirst for a hand to hold.
I used to think I don't deserve to cry for love's sake.
But when you finally closed the door – an act I took as a prelude to something better – of how stupid of me.
Now that the mirror has finally made me realize...
braise your self, as for when I wake up, when I get up out of this sulking...
you would wish you took me the moment I knocked.
… to be continued.
