recovery.

what does it matter that my love could not keep her. 
the night is shattered and she is not with me. 
love is so short, forgetting is so long.




i will recover. im certain. even quicker than the last time.
somehow, through all the heartbreaks, i realize love and possession is different.


there will be days that i find myself surrounded by strangers feeling everyone is happier than i do.
there will be nights that i wake up holding my phone, desperately seeking for even a slight vibration.
but i will be good.


however, no, i will no longer be the same.
nothing stays the same. no one will ever stay for u. no words have a lasting meaning.
people change and there is no way to stop them.
because like them, u are changing too.


life may as well be a confusing maze.
we meet in the middle of somewhere. and leave with nothing but a distant receding figure.
we will never have any idea about what is behind the turning corner.


at least for now, i have you.
8 of you that means the world to me.
all of you that pushes me to go on.
walk. run. cry. smile.
this is life.