December.

I don't know how want to move on.

Its December already. Nothing have changed between us. Those cryings, wishing, hoping, begging are of zero use.
Up till now, seven months have past and I'm still convinced that it was entirely my fucking fault for not giving you enough reasons to stay..
I lost it, I lost you, baby.

Many people have been questioning me, "really no more chance for you two?"


She was right, the longer it drags, the tougher it'll be for us to patch things up. I'm almost used to life without you.. But I miss you.