One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
- Maureen Medved
Reading old conversations. A place, a word, a smell.. everything slowly reminds me of you.
Why am I still stuck in between?
Hate to admit that I longed for your physical touch. By that I mean, you physically being by my side - holding hands, hugs... I just.. Everything just feels different now. Truthfully, it's so hard for me to get used to this...
I thought I would be okay. I thought as times passed, I can just move on. But its taking longer than I expected. People kept on asking "are you okay?" and all I could say is yes, I am okay. and give them a small laugh and smile... and they'll stopped asking. None of them realised that I am just pretending... but then again, I'd hate to be all weak, crying in public. So.. I guess it's ok..
I am contradicting myself a lot, mainly because I'm in such a dilemma. I want to move on, but I want to hold on at the same time. I don't even know why I'm like this. I think you are doing fine by yourself, so why can't I be the same? Why is it hard for me?
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