i’m scared you won’t miss me at all.
on nights like this
i let my mind wander
through thoughts of
you, you, and you.
august was always great for me. for almost ten years now, my augusts are filled with selfishness and selflessness.
and now another august is about to end, and it is bittersweet.
just when i thought i have nothing else to offer, i magically pull up something from God knows where.
so i can’t help but think, am i inlove with pain as well?
i have to thank you august, because my years are never boring because of you. there is always something to reminisce, something to ache and long for, something to be happy about.
but one day, i shall find that person who will not just stand in the shore of my love. my heart is an ocean and i need you to dive in, head first, arms outstretched forward.
“i missed you today.”, he said.
“i didn’t.”, came my reply.
(you were constantly in my head)
just when i was already pulling back
you pull me back in
let me get lost in your eyes
and drown myself in laughter