Well, I don’t know where to start but then, aren’t we all? Sometimes story needs more than courage to tell.

Anyway, it’s been a month since I feel worry again. Worrying for someone. Someone that the world likes. I can’t compete. Every time I imagine those glary eyes that full of hopes and dreams, suddenly my eyes see the opposites.
It’s been a month since I start to dry-laughing. Dying to make you show some smirks while I scream silently. I believe this is new. A new experiences. Impatiently waiting, I used to come up with some plans. But you, with you, I’m afraid to prepare anything. With you, I believe everything that saved may be rotten one day. You keep me fresh.
It’s haven’t been a month yet and I miss you. It’s not normal.
I know you long for attention but somehow I’d die for your affection. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to feel something again. I hope it last forever. Not just for the pain, but alright.
