I miss you. That's a fact that I've been denying myself for the past few days. That's a fact that I wanted to escape. I tried so hard, believe me, but everytime I see your face, the only thing that I could think of is how I wanted to touch it. Everytime I close my eyes, I imagine that you're next to me.
And when I think of love, all I could remember is how you loved me.
I forced myself not to think of you. I'm getting good at it, but there are times that I still open my phone and expecting your message. Until now I do.
But I ended things.
And I must stick to my decision.
I made my decision to be on my own way, without you. But fuck this, I'm terrible on moving on. I miss you so bad.
Please come back.
YOU ARE READING
commit.
Short Storyyour eyes tell me that we should end it all; and it has come to an end.
