This is just another ordinary story.
I wrote for hundred times in my diaries.
It’s me who still trying to think and wondering about a feeling.
This is not about mine, but it is about his feeling.
Every time whenever I felt tired with this same old feeling, I try to erase it.
I talked to myself and write all that feeling with my simply words and sometimes I can’t understand at all.
Just like the same old stories about mine, I’m too afraid for this feeling never be the same.
Even I knew it will end up and became a cold mountain in my deepest heart.
It’s me sometimes became so fragile and easy to cry for myself.
I never think to get happy ending for this story, because I already know this story never ever have happy begin.
And then how can I find the answer for my question?
It’s him who created happy days with a full of laughing but also sadness in my life.
When he will realize then he try to understand all?
Has he ever sung for my lovely days?
I just wondering am I wasting every single day in life for admiring him?
It’s worth it? Or just wasted?
