The reality.

Details, freckles of memories, flashes of images of D. 

I can’t seems to get them off my head. He is I wanted to find him so dearly. It’s 1.19am. But I know I shouldn’t. He’s been busy and tired all day, sleep and wake up at odd hours. Sometimes I wondered if he is a human. Due to time constrains, he has every reasons to avoid me(this is my assumption). 

Sometimes, I can feel his cheek as I touch it gently with my fingers, flips his hair. They’re all in my brain. I can see fragments of him in some corner of my mind. I know it’s all imagination of mine but for me they seems so real, felt so real, sometimes I want to weep because in deep down, I know they will never be the reality. I’ll never be with him. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s