I do not like to become pessimist about love. I never wish to lose my faith in love. But there are moment where I just prefer to pierce love, toss it in the central point of the street, and run it finished with my car.
Okay fine, this sounds dramatic… anyhow
It has been almost two years since I last saw Mr. F****. About two years since he disclose by saying that he is no longer in love with me. Almost two years since he broke my into tidbits and crushed the dreams we planned together. Almost two years since I felt his limb around me. Almost two years since I experienced his lips on mine for the very last time.
I miss him. I miss him so much than I can express.