Night is the scary thing. The moment when I rarely do something but looking at my bedroom's ceiling thinking, daydreaming.
And the most thing I hate to think of but apparently the most often, is about you.
How you left me.
How precious our time together in the past was.
How sweet your promises were.
But still, all of them are not enough to make you stay.
By my side.
Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?
I hate myself.
I wish Allah SWT grants me the man who is hundred times better than you.
(and I can't believe what I've just wished it's true from my heart because after all this time I've been wanting you to come back. God knows I want you only – how sad it is- I know it's only a wishful thinking)
Maybe I'm just too tired.