I never thought I would be that weird.
I’m tense. And this attitude increases every single day.
He is not here. I thought I would be ok. But I am not. I am never ok.
I am always sick when he’s not there.
Everyday is just as boring and meaningless as the day before because he’s not here.
And even though I don’t get to see him everyday when he’s home, at least I look up to seeing him. At least I know I can pass by any time and find him there.
I am so freaked out.
Every night I feel so depressed and start crying subconsciously.
Why am I like that? Always sad and always fragile when he’s gone?
I never knew that I loved him that much. I never knew that he meant all that much to me. I never understood my feelings for him till this awful week had passed.
Living without him is like living in misery. It’s so painful. I’m serious, it is painful. It is a killer. I want him back home. I really want him back home.
Everything is all tasteless and boring without him.
Nothing makes me happy but him. Not my family, nor friends, not even achieving something I was dying for, or going out shopping for everything I always wanted. It’s just him that I want, and all the happiness belongs to him. He is the smile, the laugh, the love, the world…
I never thought I would love anyone that much. And although he calls me a million times a day, I still feel sad and alone without him.
Yesterday, I went to see his mum. I entered his house and he wasn’t there. He really wasn’t there. The house was so dull. I couldn’t take it. I wanted him back home. And when his mum and grandma started saying all the nice things about him, I was about to cry. I miss him and a week is so much more than I can bear.
I’m counting the days, waiting every single day for him to tell me that he’s on his way home. But he doesn’t. A week is so much for me. And another week would be deadly. Am I being all childish as usual? Or is this what they call “love”? I am deeply attached to him.
I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t be like that and I should be encouraging him to excel at his job and do his best. But I can’t hide my emotions. I can’t stop feeling sad that he’s gone.
I’m tense. And this attitude increases every single day.
He is not here. I thought I would be ok. But I am not. I am never ok.
I am always sick when he’s not there.
Everyday is just as boring and meaningless as the day before because he’s not here.
And even though I don’t get to see him everyday when he’s home, at least I look up to seeing him. At least I know I can pass by any time and find him there.
I am so freaked out.
Every night I feel so depressed and start crying subconsciously.
Why am I like that? Always sad and always fragile when he’s gone?
I never knew that I loved him that much. I never knew that he meant all that much to me. I never understood my feelings for him till this awful week had passed.
Living without him is like living in misery. It’s so painful. I’m serious, it is painful. It is a killer. I want him back home. I really want him back home.
Everything is all tasteless and boring without him.
Nothing makes me happy but him. Not my family, nor friends, not even achieving something I was dying for, or going out shopping for everything I always wanted. It’s just him that I want, and all the happiness belongs to him. He is the smile, the laugh, the love, the world…
I never thought I would love anyone that much. And although he calls me a million times a day, I still feel sad and alone without him.
Yesterday, I went to see his mum. I entered his house and he wasn’t there. He really wasn’t there. The house was so dull. I couldn’t take it. I wanted him back home. And when his mum and grandma started saying all the nice things about him, I was about to cry. I miss him and a week is so much more than I can bear.
I’m counting the days, waiting every single day for him to tell me that he’s on his way home. But he doesn’t. A week is so much for me. And another week would be deadly. Am I being all childish as usual? Or is this what they call “love”? I am deeply attached to him.
I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t be like that and I should be encouraging him to excel at his job and do his best. But I can’t hide my emotions. I can’t stop feeling sad that he’s gone.
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