I miss our moment.

I know you dont want to be in a relationship. You used to tell me that. It's my fault that i keep falling for you. You're too good to not falling for. You bought me my fav food, bring me to the place I want to go. Late night drive around city, hold hands... You gave me a tight hug, a hug i would never felt the same with anyone else. And now look at us.. we dont even talk anymore... i miss you. I miss your voice, your scent, everything about you. I miss our moment. I dont know what to call it but at least i had you and u're my happy place. At least I got moment... a moment that i'd never forget. 😞 I know we're only had each other for a short period of time but that's so unforgettable... it wasnt long but i know that it was something even there's no way to it. I miss you... i wish we could be us again, forget about anything and be the happy "us" just like we used too... too shy to say but i really hope u stay... #NπŸ’“</3

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man

2025-08-14

I want him back

fri: heyy! He left, why u still waiting for him Me: coz you only need the light when it’s burning low_ only miss the sun when it start to snow_ only u love him when u let him go. I really miss him so bad and I’m still here waiting u. αž‚αŸαž‘αŸ…αž”αžΆαžαŸ‹αž‘αžΎαž”αžŸαŸ’αžαžΆαž™αž€αŸ’αžšαŸ„αž™πŸ˜’πŸ˜­ #2016 #English School #Province

2025-08-14

Freedom

Being in a relationships mean to understand each other’s need, love, affection and the freedom they wanted. But sometimes I wanted you to understand that I also need your love and affection back. There are days where I just felt like I’m in love alone. Everybody is busy, and I tried to understand that. And yeah, sometimes I know you’re just fake busying, I knew about it but I just stay silent so that you can have your freedom. But I don’t get why the type of freedom you’re doing is just to go around and flirt others, following new people on sns, text with them while you’re just ignoring me, who patiently waiting for your text. Should I let you go?