About Walk Alone

I love you.
I love your face and arrogant expression.
I love the way you talk.
I love the way you stir.
I love the way you laugh.
I love the way you walk.
I love to see you, even if only briefly.



I love when we talk in chat and message
I love when you finally responds my pleasantries
I love when you answer my unimportant questions

I love when you do not answer, but also asked.
I love when you pull out a joke that really was not funny.
I love when you sometimes write words that make my brow furrowed, then made ​​me laugh.
I love when our conversation took place in long enough duration.
I love it when my cell phone rang one day and there was your name on the screen. You called me for the first time and probably for the last time.
I love to read every word you wrote.
I love ..


I love when there is a growing hope ..
I wish me and you could be closer.
I wish me and you could meet more often.
I wish me and you could talk more often, for real, not just through words.
I wish that pleasantries, my efforts, and all kinds of power my efforts paid off.
I wish all these hope come true.
But unfortunately .. hope it never becomes real.


I step.
I chase, you go.
I ran, you ran.
I walk alone and first you become destination.
But the longer I walk, the farther I walk, I know I'm alone and you feel like getting away.
You are getting difficult to I reach . You are increasingly difficult I chase.
You are a destination who seemed implausible.


I walk alone.
I step alone.
I'm try alone.
I am happy that you are in my dreams real. I was hurt because in the real world, you're just a dream. I was hurt because it can only be with limited imagination, nothing more, nothing could be more.
For so long I walk alone
And now I tired.
I chose to stop and not continue the journey.
Thank you for everything.

If this feeling is unacceptable, delete in the recycle bin, if for example regret, just restore

22 April 2013

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