night romance

sitting on bed with laptop on lap. view of night lights outside the windows stretched by my bed. kiss of life sung by olivia ong flowing into my ear drums. cool air con breeze on my skin.

at this time, usually, i would reminisce the moments. moments at which you did not remember what you did, but you do remember how you felt. when there seemed to be us. when everything was just simply beautiful.

however, time heals. though not as fast as it hurts. getting over it? nah. i am trying to get through it. i am not going to deny, let alone forget, that it has once happened to me. but i am just going to keep it safe in a corner of my heart. a corner. only to recall that yes, it was beautiful. and to prevent the sparks from burning too hot inside. maybe, just maybe, we are just not meant to be. but grateful, i am, for how it was. and i hope, somewhere out there, he also is.

tonight, i am getting through you.