Holding on


Szzzzzeeeeeeee… Szzzzzeeeeeee… What’s that sound, you ask? It’s the sound of excruciating agony from hitting the top of my head against the fridge with a really loud impact. I’m sucking air in from the resulting pain now. I can feel a bump forming (or would there actually be a concave wound?!) and the pain is still throbbing. Could I actually vomit, or worse, concuss from the intense pain? I do feel groggy now..

But back to my main point… I suppose the image above kinda hints at what I am thinking of.

No one will ever love you the way I did and I may never love again the way I did. But I am happy and I have chosen to let my regrets go. After all, most people go through life without ever feeling the way we did about each other.

You were one of the best things that ever came into my life and I’d like to think that I was the best thing that happened to you and your life.

You once told me that you became a happier person because of me and I like that, because unknown to you, all I ever wanted was to make you happy. And seeing you smile always made my day. *chios* 🙂

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