Miss you . . .

If i admit that I miss you, does it mean that I lose?

Nah, it does not.


It might used to be like that when we were little kids; giving up silence and admitting something that the two of us do not want to.

But once you grow up, the line using to define whether you win or lose is not as clear. In fact, where is that line?


Despite all of that above, I am not saying that I want you back in my life. I just miss having the old version of you beside me.

I miss having you on the phone during late night when I want to bitch about thing that I could never tell anyone else.

I miss the way you comfort me with your warm hug when I feel so down.

I miss your serious face assuring me that I am not fat when I worry because I had been eating too much.

I miss those tender kisses on my cheek and the way you giggle when I give you pretend-to-be-mad face

...I miss everything about you.

What I really want you to know is not all those, I want you to know that you HAD ALWAYS BEEN WRONG and I HAD ALWAYS BEEN RIGHT.

And people DO change, including you.

I still care about you, no matter how much I do not want to. But it does not matter.

Nothing matters anymore.