Tonight, I missed your hands intertwined in mine. 

Sometimes I really hate myself

Everytime something pops up, and the first person I'd think of to turn to is you.
But how much do you really care?

Once more

Has it been a long while since I last dreamt of us?
I no longer know... 'us' feels like such a foreign word... Something non existent, something maybe I'll soon forget.
And there was it, the brush of your lips against mine, and you asked, "is there a second chance?"
Did you really wanted it? Or was it just my subconscious wanting it?

爱情悬崖

Finally being able to relate to all these love songs, it's not funny at all.

As always

The fucking procrastinator. Hell, I'm so good at it I should be shot.

I think I need to get drunk.

75 days, dear : two

You weren't suppose to make me feel so comfortable.
Ended up blurting things like these to you. Again.
Everything felt like before. Conflicted. I love every bit of tonight.
But now I'm more afraid of it.

'Have you ever done anything right? Something logically and theoretically right, despite your heart saying otherwise?'

There isn't an answer at the moment.

Missing

Were we truly not meant to be together?

Was it my fault? Because I wanted things as much as you?
Was it my fault that I didn't say no?
Was it my fault? Because I felt so wanted by you?
Was it my fault? That I didn't slow things down?

11:11

An absolutely fine example, when one refuses to believe something, it just keeps appearing rubbing in your face, getting you to fight against the temptation.
Honesty, I never really believed in it. Just for the fun. He was the first I wish upon.
Well, guess its proven nothing works.
So here draws a question, when do I not expect, and when do I work to get what I want?