Tuesday, 20 May 2008

Heart of mine, be still.

I begged my heart not to do this to me, not again.

But my heart never listens to me. It enjoys making me suffer, and taking me places I am better off not knowing.

I miss him. I miss him a lot. Some days are better than others, but the longing is just the same.
At times i wonder if I really miss him or is it the thought of him or perhaps it is simply me pitying myself because I am the one left alone.