Undelivered.

i wanted to share with you so much when i first got this on my hand. but i knew that, its time to wake up.

its been almost 6 months, 6 months. i thought im getting over it, but i guess i'm wrong. your stupid face still flashing up like a slide show keep playing itself in my mind, and i dont like it, at all. you used to be the one whom i would seek for whenever i have got a good news or a bad ones. now, no more.

you know its very tiring to have the same nightmare for almost every nights. i, literally waking up with anxiety. i've been telling myself to hang in there, those days, those memories would fade away, slowly.

the time i stopped writing about you, its the time that i've stopped missing you.

Good night.