I know I rarely post anything anymore, not that anyone is really following it anyway, or so I choose to believe. It's been crazy for the past month, I hardly find some quality time for myself. I wish I could go back to April, where everything's not as hectic as it's been lately, sleeping too much isn't much of a thing that causes genuine guilt. That particular time when we went out and I had the best time of my life, with all the memories of your smiling face at that moment, taking over my mind right now as these strangers surround me with the unfamiliar laughters, reminding me of yours, of which I long to hear so much.
But I know you're still here. Maybe not physically, but as you linger in the infinite territory of my past, my memories, my every thoughts, until come the day I see you again. And whatever you might feel then, and however my feelings might change, just know that I'll be waiting.
