but no clear answer comes to my mind
there are no more reasons for me to ponder wait, yet i still do.
there is concrete evidence that she has moved on, yet i stay here like a stone
there has not been a single line exchanged since forever, yet i still wait everyday for a miracle to happen
there has not been a single glance exchanged, yet i still wait for that moment to happen.
i realize that i’ve been dreaming.
i’ve been liking the girl, not according to her present self, but the “her” that i used to know. the one that i used to laugh with and yell with.
i dun know what she is now. i dun know what she has become. i dun even know if she’s slightly the same as i used to know her. yet, i still stay.
my brain is like a sieve. everytime, i try to think, it shakes, allowing bits and peices to fall through, leaving me with a more abstract image of her. i know that it’s impossible yet i still hope for a miracle, a miracle that will take me back in time and remeet this perfect person
i have finally began to understood that it’s time to move on and let go
but still, deepinsidesomewhere, i still wait, wait for the ending of the story that the author never quite finished.