Monday, January 9, 2012

I shouted, I screamed, I mourned, I teared, I cried.

Couldn't hold it in anymore, so I poured out everything during the bus ride. Strangers avoided this emotional aura around me, nobody sat beside me during the whole ride. 
Funny how this amazing person could make me feel like I'm on top of the world, or a deep cut across the chest.
The person I deeply infatuated, cherished, loved.

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