Midnight Thoughts

I'm not a really good person when it comes to saying goodbye. I might be crying silently on your bed hugging your blanket and stay silent until you saw my tears. You might get distracted when you're packing all of your stuff into several boxes. Folding all of your clothes, put your favorite shoes into their boxes while listening to your favorite playlist. I want to make a playlist for you, but we just met a few weeks ago and I don't really know you that much to have a whole list of songs to describe you about how I feel about you. Once, I thought that I might not be able to fall in love again, to believe in any relationship that contains the word "boy". In fact, I start to look at them as friends, genderless creatures just because I don't want to fall in love with the wrong person at the wrong time. I inhale much deeper than I usually do, so I can collect all of your scents in a mason jar and keep it save somewhere in my room. The smell of your perfume, th

I was laughing and enjoying our conversation a few moments ago, I was feeling empty right after she told me that she’ll be leaving tomorrow morning. Leaving me in this big, lonely place and crowded town with so many broken hearts and broken people. I was happy the other day when we spend our sleepless night outside Dunkin. We were talking and sharing our monotonous holiday. We swore that we yelled “Bonnes Vacances’ right after our last meeting in this crappy old campus. But I guess our voices weren’t loud enough, nor the sky won’t send our prayers. And he asked me how if I was okay. We chatted during our holiday I feel lonely, bitter, sad, bubbly exciting, outcast, stuck. I need company