Have you ever felt that you are starving but your stomach refuses to accept anything? You were looking the sky and smiling but you deeply knew that you were not happy. You were talking with somebody but your mind was wondering at somewhere far away. You are lost and stuck in love. You lose someone you thought you can't live without.
I still remember that November. Losing someone who won't come back to my life again seems like sinking to the bottom to the sea, always begging for one breath from air. I was scared to be alone. I wanted to be accompanied whomever you were. Talking with me, listening to me, staying with me, walking with me and making me happy... He was the person who carried me out with an oxygen bomb. I was always thankful for him for everything that he had helped me with. We are all like ferrymen, to take you to the one and to hold you while lonely. Even though he was just a friend, he taught me that you should avoid love at all costs. Now one of my friends got lost again. Even though we are not that familiar with each other, I still want to help him carry on. Moving on alone is a very hard and long trip to go. He need accompany.
Waiting is a very weird word in love. Most waiting are in vain. If he loves you, you never need to wait. IF doesn't, even he comes back at last, he wasn't the person that he used to be anymore. So if he left, that is the end. And to some degree, that is a perfect result for you both.
I remember that it hurts, looking at her hurt.
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making. None of us moving, not even when the room went dark.