the difference between someone who hasn’t moved on and afraid to experience the same pain again.
cold weather and cold feeling.
my genuine laugh & your intimate touch.
the same seat and tightest hug.
my gut feeling and your frequent goodbye
the brightest reaction of the mind and heart feels elating, nonetheless dark days will probably come after the bright weather.
and i’m still there, the dark space you’ve left, the crisis of trying things.
do i really having a hard time or just trying not to move out of that place?
I might still at that space, not waiting for you but waiting for myself.
because I’m immensely lost.
shesshy 