Go ask anything under the sunSubmit
18. BS-ICTM. DLSU-M. My brain is slowly dying. I like snippets of things. Worrying about the boredom brought by perpetual idleness and free will. A slave of circumstances. I can make a nice word art and tumblr theme. I just need time.
Remember the things we have shared — The sleepless nights for knowing each other; quotes that speaks for the complexity of human personality; song that speaks for our feelings; presence in times of solitude; the tight cuddles for warmth; the kisses for affection; the smiles that brought back our hopes; anxieties in times of uncertainty; efforts that became part of your success; tears that were shed in arguments. Now here I am, dwelling in a cold and silent world, bearing this seemingly empty hope that, in your moments of solitude and spiritual-emptiness, you’re also thinking of me. I was so madly in love, but all we have shared are just nothing but superficial — just mere affection like any fool could give. We could be more than what we are now and what we used to be, and you deserve more of these than I do.