I remember the times we spent together
on those drives
We had a million questions
all about our lives
and when we got to New York
everything felt right
I wish you were here with me
tonight
I remember the days we spent together
were not enough
and it used to feel like dreamin'
except we always woke up
Never thought not having you
here now would hurt so much
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight
I remember the time you told me about when you were eight
And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seen in
and the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
and stayed out way too late
I remember the time you told me about your Jesus
and how not to look back even if no one believes us
When it hurt so bad sometimes
not having you here...
I sing,
"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"
I sing,
"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"
I guess this song would best define what I feel right now.
My Beloved has a girlfriend right now and I think he loves that girl. Of course he should. Sigh. We bid each other good bye last Tuesday and I have had told him almost every sentiments I once hid. It's really hard to let him go and set myself free from the affection I have for him. But it would be selfish if I did not do it, and besides he has a girlfriend. Sigh.
At least, I was able to hug him tight and to whisper to him for the last time that I love him. And I still do. hay. Honestly, I want him back. I am willing to bargain with pain for the sake of another short time of being with him. Putik.
I told him I will miss him. I will miss our petty fights, his sweetness, the way he calls me his Princess, the way he hugs me, the way he kisses me, the way he makes my heart jumps by the mere sight of him. I will miss every little thing about him; every little thing we've shared.
And so I am here, trying to face the fact that the guy I love has his own life to live. I am here trying to overcome my longing to hold him again. I am here trying to pretend that I am doing good even without him. I am here trying to fool myself that a life lived without him today would be just the same before he came.
