But when you suddenly said you'd be taking a drift off the usual, imagining your absence make me feel sick. It's like you ran a thousand miles without having your breakfast. The world spins, and the so call 'future' seemed to realistic to be actual.
I know, you would definitely think that I can survive quite well without your daily presence. I know I can, but I spiritually can't. Trust me, I'm not being at all flattery.
Having said that it feels like a fused light bulb if you are really leaving, may sound exaggerating to every one else, but to me, it's too trivial of a comparison to use. I'm lost for words.
Why are you so impatient? Can you wait a few other 24 hours to break the truth? I know impossibilities never happen in my life, and when I think positive, it's otherwise. I'd rather be a negative filled individual.
Truth awaits. I'm afraid to text you.
I'm afraid to say the last goodbye.
I'm afraid to take the last photograph.
But I'm more afraid to see the last of your trails in Assunta.
Just, take care :)
"cause when you think Tim McGraw, I hope you'll think of me.."
