How to Dance in The Rain

Another day after he fucking went away. The good news is... I no longer feel the striking pain on my chest. Maybe they're true. About telling you how to dance in the rain. How to cherish and embrace everyday. The clock keeps ticking, I might wait, but it doesn't.
I want to live my life to the fullest, despite the fact he's not around and so on.
Still missing you so bad, dear. But yeah, I'm doing good here.
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You're Going

I don't know. This feels like fucking a dream. Feels like you just don't add your credits and forget to turn on your blackberry service. Feels like you are somehow so busy about college stuffs and don't have sufficient time to call me up on the phone. Feels like you're just meters away. Feels like you will eventually greet me before I go to bed. Feels like this is only again, fucking dream I got last nite. Feels like if I wake up, you'll be here. Fucking here.

But you're going. I can't help saying I miss you so fucking much. Every breath hurts. I just want one simple message via bbm from you. I wish time could go faster. And you'll come back. To my arms.

Fuck distance. Fuck no connection.

I miss you baby. Go home soon.
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