Tuesday 3 April 2012

One Moment You Were There

...and the next, you're gone. Not one day goes by when I don't think about you... ... Every corner of this room filled with memories of me being with you... Sometimes I just want to throw away all the things that remind me of you. The books that you used to read for me... The cups that you used to drink coffee with... The sheets you used to laid on the bed... The clothes... Your clothes... Every time I looked at these things... Tears rolled down on my cheek... Without hesitation, I just get so emotional... I've been waiting for so long... Every day seems like a year passing by... Come back.

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