Being online for the sake of your erratic appearance and rush-y chats are just so mundane already, especially when the fruit is a rotten one. Reading our chat log used to be pleasant, but not anymore, when you're reading the same one, in such a dinned regularity.
Sometimes, I've asked so many times that I don't even want to ask anymore. I feel like a pain, myself. But what's the cure? I miss you so much that I can't stand being a horrible pain and doing it all over again. I hate myself for doing that.
The thought that I'd accepted your absence as how reality sketched, every little feeling proved me wrong. Though its effect isn't as substantial now, every now and then, some routine will evoke some memories and I wished that you'd be here to create some new ones together :)
Why does every little thing remind me of you?
Even just a simple action? You don't own them, and so you don't own me. But somehow, things just happen like, THAT.
I just miss you, but I'm so fed up of missing you already.
It's just a fact I can't change but wish to, just so badly..
"kau, terlalu istimewa.."
