summer was a season i used to love and now recently, i have dreaded.
seriously, 2 months, without having to see you?
impossible. thoughts of you unconsciously seeped its way through the songs i listened to.
instead of picking flower petals, i continuously flip the coin, heads or tails, is it worth the wait to see him after these two, long, dreaded months?


now that i have seen you, i dread autumn, winter and fall. please let summer come again. i wasn’t happy then, i’m still not happy now.
always wanting things out of reach from me, and if i put them all together it only comes back to you.