Rest is what i don't want to do these times. When I'm resting, you think things. And usually, you think of things you want -- the ones you want to cherish. And that one thing you want and cherish is the one thing that breaks your heart. It is like letting myself to rest and get hurt again. Reliving the happy and the not-so-good-happy-part moments. This makes me no different from a masochist. Smiling while crying sometimes. Although tears are getting minimal now. I can smile more nowadays. Just sad to think that with that smile there is no more "him" with me.
And the emptiness.
I thought I will be leaving this place because we already have plans. But no. Im back here. Every night. And feeling so alone. Knowing that its just me and myself again.
But one thing's for sure...i'll get by.