Dear You, I can feel that I am losing a part of you that I used to love. It's like you're here, but you're not. Right now it's 2am and I can't stop twisting and turning in bed, thinking about how much you've changed this few weeks. It's been making me tired, emotionally and mentally. You cared more about other's opinions of us, rather than the idea of us being together. You're sleeping soundly beside me but here I am, feeling afraid and overthinking things. I climbed out of bed, reaching to our "Box of Memories" that you've gotten for my birthday last year, to keep everything that reminded us of each other. I opened it up and reread the notes we wrote to each other the year before, the promises and all the 'I love yous' that we constantly used in our letters as if we're very sure of what we are going to be. I came across a photo of us. You used to look so happy, like you're lucky to have me and compared to now, everything is different. I missed your goofy look reserved just for me. I missed us holding hands. Now you would barely look at me in the eye and you would even hate on flowers and stopped taking photos. You've changed. I can see it in your eyes. I closed our box, took a deep breathe, looked at you again for a moment while appreciating all the moments we had, and gathered all my things before going back to my own apartment. I left a note at your table, saying that I loved you before leaving. Past tense, because the person I used to love wasn't here anymore. #DearYouPart2 by poemsfeeling

Dear You, I can feel that I am losing a part of you that I used to love. It's like you're here, but you're not. Right now it's 2am and I can't stop twisting and turning in bed, thinking about how much you've changed this few weeks. It's been making me tired, emotionally and mentally. You cared more about other's opinions of us, rather than the idea of us being together. You're sleeping soundly beside me but here I am, feeling afraid and overthinking things. I climbed out of bed, reaching to our "Box of Memories" that you've gotten for my birthday last year, to keep everything that reminded us of each other. I opened it up and reread the notes we wrote to each other the year before, the promises and all the 'I love yous' that we constantly used in our letters as if we're very sure of what we are going to be. I came across a photo of us. You used to look so happy, like you're lucky to have me and compared to now, everything is different. I missed your goofy look reserved just for me. I missed us holding hands. Now you would barely look at me in the eye and you would even hate on flowers and stopped taking photos. You've changed. I can see it in your eyes. I closed our box, took a deep breathe, looked at you again for a moment while appreciating all the moments we had, and gathered all my things before going back to my own apartment. I left a note at your table, saying that I loved you before leaving. Past tense, because the person I used to love wasn't here anymore. #DearYouPart2 by poemsfeeling


Dear You, I can feel that I am losing a part of you that I used to love. It's like you're here, but you're not. Right now it's 2am and I can't stop twisting and turning in bed, thinking about how much you've changed this few weeks. It's been making me tired, emotionally and mentally. You cared more about other's opinions of us, rather than the idea of us being together. You're sleeping soundly beside me but here I am, feeling afraid and overthinking things. I climbed out of bed, reaching to our "Box of Memories" that you've gotten for my birthday last year, to keep everything that reminded us of each other. I opened it up and reread the notes we wrote to each other the year before, the promises and all the 'I love yous' that we constantly used in our letters as if we're very sure of what we are going to be. I came across a photo of us. You used to look so happy, like you're lucky to have me and compared to now, everything is different. I missed your goofy look reserved just for me. I missed us holding hands. Now you would barely look at me in the eye and you would even hate on flowers and stopped taking photos. You've changed. I can see it in your eyes. I closed our box, took a deep breathe, looked at you again for a moment while appreciating all the moments we had, and gathered all my things before going back to my own apartment. I left a note at your table, saying that I loved you before leaving. Past tense, because the person I used to love wasn't here anymore. #DearYouPart2 by poemsfeeling via Instagram http://ift.tt/1UxNqTJ at November 05, 2014 at 06:24PM • Details about Mehedi Menafa http://ift.tt/1G78OqZ • Trend News Online : http://ift.tt/1HXcMbL November 05, 2014 at 06:24PM

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