Whenever you talk to me, my face forms a half-smile. It means I'm happy but trying my hardest not to show it, and fail in hiding it.

I'd give you a warm embrace. but this post is the closest that I can get.

to look into those eyes and see any ounce of pain.

should I give up? or should I just keep on chasing pavements?

will I ever know what it feels to hold you close?

what now? stay? wait? or go?

if you forget, it'll stop hurting

"She can take care of herself, doesn't mean I don't want to take care of her anyway."

one day you'll wake up and it won't hurt anymore

even in my dreams. hahaha. unbelievable.