the whole sky

What if one day everyone leaves you? Not because you aren't good enough for chances. It's just the time that has comes. Have you been ready for those times? When one by one is being taken away from you; or maybe being snatched away from you. Will you be tough? For you know that nothing lasts forever. Nor will you be doubt? For you know that they won't be with you anymore. You know it'll comes. You know they have their turns. Yet my question again for once; Will you ready for that?

Do you know, how hard it was to moving on? When the world judge you for still in love; judge you for still drowning in those pain; judge you for not letting go of him. Why? If I was moving on, should I only wrote about the toughness I have to put then? Should I only walk on the passenger side and not on my way? Should I only say that he was nothing? He was never been nothing. He was the part of me. He might not be here, but he made me here. Those feeling could not be erased, and I won't erase it. Just, it doesn't mean that I can't feel the same thing in a brand new way. I was in love in every way with him. I am in love in every way he made me feel. I will love someone in every little pieces they had. I loved him that way. I could love you in the same way, or even in billions of different ways. I was nothing without him. He's breathing in me. He was beautiful, but I am moving on.

It happened too often. Again and again, tonight and then. I had a dream, about us, about the distance that stretch for hundred miles between us, about the day you need me beside you, about the day I cried without you. Yet, it was all never been about you. I never heard your voice got higher neither louder. It's so hard to tell for sure, whether you're just being soft to me, or slowly fading away from me? "I miss you." "I miss you." What else should I say? There is no easy way. Even in my imaginary, time's nothing but cruelty. The mere thought, about unable to go home this summer, really takes everything away. Even if I miss you too damn much, still I could do nothing much. Thoughts aren't enough, crying won't help me through. Memories tear the vein, never ease the pain.