I thought i’ll be okay. For almost two months there were no arguments, at all. I was walking in the clouds, feeling like the happiest and luckiest person in the whole universe. But then it happen.
I thought i’ll be okay. I’ve told myself repeatedly, don’t fuss over the small stuffs. Always look on the bright side, be grateful, be glad. Learn to appreciate and trust.
Ahh…trust. Such a heavy word. Have i not learn to trust all this time? But i do trust you. I do. I blame myself for being insecure. I guess deep down inside, i’d somehow felt that i’m not good enough for you, that i’ll never be good enough for you. You should deserve someone better, someone older perhaps? Someone more matured, maybe? Sighh…
Are you happy with me? I remember asking you that question before.. Do you still remember your reply to me? It made me hit you playfully on your chest, but what is your answer now? You’ve been pretty cold to me since i lashed out at you last week. I’m sorry, my love. Truly i am…
When will you come back to me? Or are you too busy to care about me anymore?
*hugs*
Thanks dear… still feeling blue tho..sighh…