It’s a day when I don’t rush to finish my breakfast and I
don’t feel like time has been my friend. Coffee still has its own smell of
melancholy and daily newspaper has emptiness on its cover. There is a blank
page on my mind and I am sitting in the front of the computer already for a silent
while, my thoughts flutter around your stunning sound but my body rather stays
still. I am wondering…You have never let me down. My expectations though but
not me, oh pardon for being so selfish…for longing to have you just for myself.
Desiring us being together without anyone else in your thoughts, but I can’t
have something that doesn’t belong to anyone and you are free…
I wish I could forget your eye look before you said to me goodbye.
But lately…I rather feel down than miss that bittersweet echo of yours. I
rather cry inside than kill my inner love and care for you. I rather sound
silly and childish than keep my pride and turn over.
I beg you to be happy, because you are so special.
Agnes.

