Dream

The only thing...

that separate dreams and reality is that...

dreams are always too good to be true...

but reality is all about 'hit and run'...

you'll never know what hits you....

until you got over it...

I dreamt about you,

I can still remember what I was feeling that time...

I was ecstatic, happy, and every other nice feeling there is out there...

I smiled faintly...

everytime I remember it...

but the point is....

it's just a dream...

I guess no matter what...

I really do miss you...

but you've chosen your own choice...

the choice that you think is the right one...

where you'll leave everything in the past...

the thing...or should I say people...

that made who you are now...

you ungrateful bastard....

is it wrong for me to hope that you'll remember us

when you've become successful in your life?

I'm sorry if I'm being selfish...

I know,

that if I tell you all this...

you'll deny it all...

and also...

in your mind....

there's no way that I'll be missing you...

I'm a tough and stubborn lil' girl...

that's what I am in your eyes...

I guess...

even if you've been with me since my birth...

you'll never know the real me inside...

"tough girls are crybabies inside"

That's a conclusion that I have made...

with my own experiences...

If I said I hate you...

I'll know that I'm only searching for comfort...

so you better live your own life...

take away everything that's left...

so that I can let you go easily~

you bastard of a big brother...