everything seem so out of place.
its soo wrong..
a smile cant be made without so much effort.
pretense is in the air.
i cant seem to grab a hold of myself.
oh!yeah,

my.boyfriend.left.me.

its been fourteen years and i am still waiting for him to come back, though i know i’m wasting my time. he never said that he’s coming back, but he never said he would leave me. yeah. he disappeared. nobody knows where he went. even his family gave up the search. i am thirty two right now and i never, even one second, stopped believing. he will be back. and when he will, i would welcome him with open arms..

even if he don’t like me anymore..