Drugs, and Memories

"I hate the way you always try to get beside him."

What? Oh, you will know how hard it is -- it is hard resisting yourself not to try if you're in love, actually.

Once again, I should say that I am only eighteen-year-old girl, not deserved yet having a boyfriend.

But I can't forget him, regardless the fact that it's been over more than a month or two.

His songs have become such drugs for my ear, his portraits for my eyes, saved tidily on my phone folders.

I just....I just can't delete them. They're too precious. And I, won't stop hoping.

I always pray, pray for you to come home.

No matter how long it will take, a year or two, a decades, I do not really care at all.