Should I celebrate this day or not?
Maybe I should. Say, what do we usually do on this not-so-special-now day?
Movie Fiesta.
Mall Hopping.
Window Shopping.
It doesn't really matter what I do, because the fact still lies, you are not with me today. Maybe I should just get wasted haha and maybe call you out in your house! throw everything I see to make you come out. <SIGH> not me, sooo not me.
Then maybe I should just go home, light a candle, and pray for your soul, or mine. I can't think of anything, neh, tell me what should I do?
You left me with this burden of a date. MAYBE I should find a date today. Like someone to spend the night with, say in Mountainview, our favorite special place. And then the both of us can talk about why we fell apart.
Because I made you forget who you are. Because I hurt you, soo bad you can't seem to know what's right anymore. Because I made you feel soo small you forgot you're actually not tall as well. But I don't want to talk about things like that, it won't make any difference anyway.
So, because I cannot use my own words anymore, I'm speechless and all the in betweens, let me use this excerpt from one of my favorite blogger to kind of, sort of, define me today:
"And I wished, with all the pieces left of what used to be a heart, that time would stop, or go back, or loop, or split, or do anything but move forward. It didn’t"
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from what used to be my happiness.
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