So I cry. Because every time I watch a romantic flick, something dies inside me. Because I'm reminded of you. Every freaking time, the hero of the story is somehow similar to you. And I long for you. Because you're not there with me anymore.

So I cry. Because I'm helpless. You make me helpless. No, your absence does that. Somebody told me you don't marry the people you like living with, the one you marry is the one you can't live without. You're my "Can't live without", but you're not there. And I've just finished a romantic movie.

So I cry. Because they're both together in the end, and we're not. But then I realize, they love each other. Both of them. And we don't, not both of us.

So I cry. And I try to sleep. The weekend's over. I have work to do from tomorrow. And that's the good thing about work days.
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