I count it. Now I count everything you gave to me. Your smiles, laughs, those freak ideas, invitations, crazy stories, random chats, or even about your score on a test.... I count it now.
I also count the others. The tears, hopeless and saturated feelings, undecided conclusions, unconditional brokenhearted, overrated delusions, and the fear of losing you. I count it too.
Maybe, I'm not really count on it all. Maybe this is just a kind of nostalgia. Maybe I'm sick of acting like I feel nothing to you. Maybe, I wait too long for things that are never going to come. Maybe this is the time where I have to lose it all. And now I don't have any fear. Yes, I don't have any fear of losing you.
Because they said, "It's the past. It's unchangable. Move on."
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