that constant insecurity will kill the relationship.
that actually same as killing me.
the soul within.
longing. im longing the you that existed as i imagine. the talk we had while looking into the deep abyss of our eyes. the sound of our laugh that still ringing in my mind. enjoying the silent in between of conversation we have. when we are apart, i still miss your warmth. the random talk we had over the drink. and i realise, you've gone and leave the traces of you in me to reminisce. it turns out, the "see you soon" we always wish, is another form of goodbye to me.
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