Wednesday, April 15

a letter

Dear ,

How do you know when you're in love?
How do you feel?
How do you think?
How do you speak?

Every single day, I still long for yesterday. I hope and pray that someday I might get to reach you again. Yet you made it stop.

All the hope, love and trust I felt for you vanished. And now, as my heart starts to question its own decisions, I begin to fall further away from you. There are times that I still want to reach you, but gone are the days that I want to love you.

I know I'll think of you every single day, but not how you want me to. My heart just gave up and maybe, the third time's not good enough.

I just don't know you, and I hate secrets.