Well it's true. It's been a while now after a great love has been shattered. I fought for it but I guess there's no sense in doing that when you're the only one holding on.
As of this moment, I am at work, taking my lunch and what better way to let the time pass than write something. I need to keep myself busy. That's the fastest way I can think of to recovery. Though the wounds have partially healed. There is still that hole in my heart that seeks for love, the hope that someday I might find the one I will spend my whole life with.
And though it's true that I miss you most of the time. I stop myself from feeling more... I know it makes no sense to hope for something that you have ended.
I have no idea where this write up is heading but right know , I feel alone at my station surrounded by empty chairs and turned off computers....I don't want to feel sad as I don't want to cry....I just want time to move fast at this very moment.
This past few days no matter how much I keep myself busy and exhausted, I tend to have more energy than usual. I find myself watching Youtube Videos to put myself to sleep. I find myself laughing hard at funny clips, singing songs, dancing around the room. And as I stop and keep still , I find my self in my own world, living in my fantasies and as reality checks, I am alone again...