This is not for you
Sometimes, this empty room remembering me to the memory of you. The smell of your skin, your salty lips, your ugly face, and how stubborn you could be.
I wish to lay down in your arms, find the best spot - under your armpit, just like how I used to do.
I wonder, how would it be, if you were here, sitting beside me. We could never stop talking, cuddling, or even arguing all day n night. I don’t have to go working, because you are more important than any meeting or even billing.
You don’t understand, the whole world wouldn’t understand, how pathetic I am, to fall in love with someone like you.
Once again, this post is never made for you. This is for me.
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