74 days. And I'm hanging on. Still.
Everything about you aching me inside. I can't even forget it but to remember it, it shattered my heart into pieces. Everything that I look, I do, will remind me about you.
The books you gave to me.
The song that I listened to.
The picture of us together.
The memories that we used to have.
The dreams that I'm sure right now will never come true.
I don't know how to breathe properly. I don't even read the books anymore. At least not now. Because touching the book itself reminds me a lot. Of you. So I arrange the book in a nice manner for me to look at it every single day and give me courage to read back, one fine day.
I want to let you go. But I don't know how to. You keep yourself in me so much. I don't want to let you go. I know I have to. I'm not ready. I love you, still. So much.
And the question remains the same;
Why are you leaving me without words, at the first place? Leave me hanging? You know how much I love you, bibi. Why? :(