It is call . . . . .

Partying,

loud music,

people whom I classify as friends.

Get booze.

But when the night setters,

you realised you are all alone again.

I will open the windows and light my cigarette stick looking at the stars above me.

It is uncontrollable that images of you filled the entire mind of mine.

Tears start to fill my eyes.

Wondering how are you doing?

Are you fine?

I finally pluck my courage and send a message to him last night and I know he will not reply to it.

Where are you now?

Are you happy?

I will not give up although you choose to in the first place.

I will proof it as time goes by,

my love for you will stay strong although you choosed to give us up.

:)

Should I be call Silly?