I'm Just Missing You
When you can’t help but miss somebody so bad, you go insane.
Is this the price I’m going to pay for being so overwhelmed in the past few weeks? Gloom. Emptiness. Chaos. I don’t know if my mind is still working properly in the last two hundred and forty four hours – since the last time I’ve stared at his lovely face. A lot of things have been bothering me – especially the thought that we won’t see each other anymore, that we might not be able to talk like the way we used to before. Crazy. Disturbed. Lonely. That’s what I am the moment our eyes have said goodbye to each other. I feel like a sea losing its waves, a star losing its bright, a tree losing its leaves, a baby losing its life. Helpless. Sometimes I feel like a bundle of bad luck on love has been cast upon me, sometimes I thought I should give up these entangled feelings, and worse, sometimes I thought I should give up on love itself. But there’s this thing that keeps me holding on, that gives me hope that someday we’ll bump into each other at the school corridor, that somewhere we’ll be seated close to one another, that someway we’ll have the chance to talk and chat with each other again, that somehow I’ll be able to hear his voice singing his song once more. This thing might be infatuation, love, admiration. I can’t explain. But whatever this thing is, it’s the main reason why I’m feeling this painful feeling right now – the feeling of wanting to look at him again, of wanting to touch him and feel his presence around me, of wanting to see his gentle eyes and brilliant smile, the feeling of being able to listen to his stories again, to joke and laugh with him. This feeling of wanting him back again. This feeling of missing him.
Is this the price I’m going to pay for being so overwhelmed in the past few weeks? Gloom. Emptiness. Chaos. I don’t know if my mind is still working properly in the last two hundred and forty four hours – since the last time I’ve stared at his lovely face. A lot of things have been bothering me – especially the thought that we won’t see each other anymore, that we might not be able to talk like the way we used to before. Crazy. Disturbed. Lonely. That’s what I am the moment our eyes have said goodbye to each other. I feel like a sea losing its waves, a star losing its bright, a tree losing its leaves, a baby losing its life. Helpless. Sometimes I feel like a bundle of bad luck on love has been cast upon me, sometimes I thought I should give up these entangled feelings, and worse, sometimes I thought I should give up on love itself. But there’s this thing that keeps me holding on, that gives me hope that someday we’ll bump into each other at the school corridor, that somewhere we’ll be seated close to one another, that someway we’ll have the chance to talk and chat with each other again, that somehow I’ll be able to hear his voice singing his song once more. This thing might be infatuation, love, admiration. I can’t explain. But whatever this thing is, it’s the main reason why I’m feeling this painful feeling right now – the feeling of wanting to look at him again, of wanting to touch him and feel his presence around me, of wanting to see his gentle eyes and brilliant smile, the feeling of being able to listen to his stories again, to joke and laugh with him. This feeling of wanting him back again. This feeling of missing him.
nuevebenteuno
10/14/06
posted by Jeri @ 5:33 PM
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