that bus ride.
the bus ride home today seemed exceptionally long. i was staring out of the window, at this unfamiliar world i live in. lots of thoughts were running wild in my mind. if there are to be break ups, why love in the first place? if i'm not the one for you, den why me right from the beginning?i hear people fretting about their daily life amongst the sad songs i was listening to, and i wonder how many people actually are contented with what they are having now. i've never wished to start a relationship when i have to eventually end it one day. especially not the relationship i had with you. especially when i thought you're gonna be the one.
den i recalled the times we had when we were still young and innocent. the sweet lil things that we did together, your every lil silly gestures, always bring a smile to me. i would cherish every moment spent with you, like those bus rides which later slowly fades away.
i was mesmerised by that extraordinary beauty which you possessed. i took every words you said seriously. i trusted you. i never did expect... this... to happen someday. i'm hurt.
like the bus ride, i knew that this is my stop. i could have chosen to not alight, miss my destination, heading towards the wrong direction. i was really reluctant to get my ass off the bus seat actually, but i knew that i would have to eventually, its just a matter of time. you would never understand how excruciating it was for me to come up with a decision at that instance. i watched how callously the bus left the stop, just like the way you left me.
i felt as if i can never love again.
my thought of the day:
no truth can ever hurt me more den a lie.
seb at 9:06 PM
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