Belgium Nights

Good times

Each day , I lose a piece of myself thinking about you. But if you're worth holding on, why would I let go?

You do not know what's it like to spend the entire night thinking of you and the memories I held so dear. How am I supposed to love again when I'm so afraid?

And I pen down these words in the silence of the universe, I realised that I was subconsciously writing about you. Because every second I spent writing, it feels like that night.

The night where I gave you my all to only be filled with disappointment and heartache the very next day.

In these ever changing days, you still hold a very special place in my heart.

You taught me that some people are just meant to be a memory.

But I still hope you wouldn't be just a memory placed in the sky to be admired by stargazers like myself. Because after all this while , it's always been you. Learning to live with you as a mere memory is like being empty for days and months and constantly feeling like something is missing.

But if someone really loves you they would wait but you that missing puzzle piece has fitted somewhere else and it's not with me."
- good times