he that makes me smile.
he that makes me mad.
he that makes me cry.
he that makes me whine.
he that makes me worried.
he that makes me crazy.
he that makes me tired.
he that makes me caring.
he that makes me love.
he that makes me laugh.

sometimes, i thought it would be fine not caring about other factors, and just continue loving you, but it rather impossible. i thought it would be great seeing you beside me, holding my hands, making me mad, tearing me about and just have your smell linger around me. then again, i thought if it did continue then how will i be right now? will i still be the same, or just being anxious and living in a world of you? maybe this love should just be kept and buried. maybe love is not the happiest thing afterall. is true, yes it is, but we wasnt strong enough to defeat everything else. we.got.defeated.
im sorry for all the things i done, and those hardtimes i make you went through. and thanks for everything you ever done, thanks for being with me all these while. but now, i realise im all by myself. cause you have to go back home, and here is no longer your home. or is it?