2007-07-13 01:33:48薄荷
Missing you...
i feel that we’re drifting apart.
2 years ago, we had almost 3 phone calls each day as we’re both bored with work. one morning you told me that you were sitting by the shore of cheung chau, and said what a wonderful sight you could see. the breeze, the trees, the sparkling sea.
i wish i were there. you said that one day we’d be there together. i remembered that. i still do. and i still wish that it could happen this summer, and we would sit beneath the starlight on the beach, carefree, chatting away about our futures and our past.
in my mind there stayed a warm, bright summer which is fading away into nothing but smoke.
this summer we have one phone calls a day, sometimes none. you’re busy and i’m busy. our worlds no longer interfere - each time we speak we cut it short and straight to the point. you’d sleep early, i’d sleep late. the multiple calls by the anxious would not be replied nor answered. i feel alone, but i do not want to be a control freak - although my jealousy and discomfort is killing me from the inside.
perhaps the sun and moon shall never meet. perhaps this is the time to end the long lasting prickling of my heart. but just tell me that you’re not lying to me, or trying to avoid me... my doubtful mind cannot rest with your clever twists in our conversations.
i miss the time when we can waste our time away. i miss the time that you said you could see yourself in my eyes and hugged me in your arms, although we both know that it’s not going to happen anymore - you have not loved me so much which would urge you to overcome the barriers between us.
but i miss you.
2 years ago, we had almost 3 phone calls each day as we’re both bored with work. one morning you told me that you were sitting by the shore of cheung chau, and said what a wonderful sight you could see. the breeze, the trees, the sparkling sea.
i wish i were there. you said that one day we’d be there together. i remembered that. i still do. and i still wish that it could happen this summer, and we would sit beneath the starlight on the beach, carefree, chatting away about our futures and our past.
in my mind there stayed a warm, bright summer which is fading away into nothing but smoke.
this summer we have one phone calls a day, sometimes none. you’re busy and i’m busy. our worlds no longer interfere - each time we speak we cut it short and straight to the point. you’d sleep early, i’d sleep late. the multiple calls by the anxious would not be replied nor answered. i feel alone, but i do not want to be a control freak - although my jealousy and discomfort is killing me from the inside.
perhaps the sun and moon shall never meet. perhaps this is the time to end the long lasting prickling of my heart. but just tell me that you’re not lying to me, or trying to avoid me... my doubtful mind cannot rest with your clever twists in our conversations.
i miss the time when we can waste our time away. i miss the time that you said you could see yourself in my eyes and hugged me in your arms, although we both know that it’s not going to happen anymore - you have not loved me so much which would urge you to overcome the barriers between us.
but i miss you.