All alone, in this cold lonely night, I’m sitting on my bed, listening to some mellow music. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at the bearings of the large his clock beside my bed. This is one of those moments when I block myself out from the rest of the world. Thoughts are freely moving through my mind but I’m not really dwelling on one particular thought. I’m not controlling them, I just allow them to flow freely. Then slowly, I bring myself back to reality, back to the harsh and beautiful realities of life.
Notes: I know that’s what people say— you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, you’ll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.