This Song

I thought I was over it

I thought I was picking up the broken pieces and moving on

But I guess I'm not afterall

Because deep down, I'm still grieving over the loss

Because I can't accept the fact, can't handle the truth

Because I'm avoiding it, running away from it

I can't bear to face the things that remind me of you

No, I don't want to face them

And that's why I'm turning away and running

Clutching desperately at the precious memories left of you

I want nothing more than for things to go back to what they used to be

I want to treasure the moments that captured your brightest smiles

Engrave it into my mind, everything before that ugly turn of events



a/n: I don't think I will ever forget it
The deep impression he left on me, it's pretty unforgettable
He's special, and will always have a place in my heart
It doesn't matter if I don't get to see him anymore
All I want is for him to be fine, happy and safe
That's what I keep telling myself
But why do I feel this void, this empty space, this uncomplete feeling
I used to be so happy when I see the 7 of them, but now with 6 of them left they are no longer perfect and whole
I can't look at them without feeling like breaking down in tears
I can't even go to 'This Song' without feeling sad, hurting inside and end up crying anyway while reading those depressing pieces
Why would I put myself through all those?
I don't know, maybe because... I miss him
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