The shooting star hasn't gone so fast.
This morning I woke up with a lot of questions lingered on my head. Where have you been last night? Did you come home, what time was that? I constantly checked my phone in every one hour whether you were there leaving some messages that I supposed to read the morning after. It's not the whole night without sleeping that driving me mad, furthermore I hate the fact that we've gone this far, too far that I feel sometimes we even belong to each other. Or... is it me?
I've waited long enough not to text you first because I still clearly remembered that the last time we talked, it was me who put on the efforts while you left it unreplied. It has been twenty four hours, an unusual range of time we hold the urge back even to say, "hi." I didn't forget that we've had some plans for this weekend but, if you don't seem to care then why should I? I'll meet my best friends this evening anyway what else I could need the most?
And so today, I've gone wherever my heart says trying to kick you out from these going to be heavy-thoughts. But after midday, there you came again. I was driving in tears of relief, that finally what I did through the night before and the day, have your name passed in my mind, get you thinking of mine too. Asking for apologize, for the broken promises. Answered for all of that I've been asking, for the misunderstood that accidentally have been believed. I shouldn't worry this much for everything is already on the right place, always have, always will.
And I guess... this is how we're always going to be. I'm done here.
