For months I’ve been trying…

Well, honestly, I’m not in the mood to write something. I’m a bit used to what I’m feeling now, my mind is not that emotional unlike before.

Anyway, I want to tell you I miss you, not by simply writing down the words and wait for you to read it. I want to say it personally to you—I want to speak those words—to say it right in front of you. Yeah! Even though I’m lacking the courage to—still, I want to.

Do you still remember how surreal our days were?
It was just a mere reality in the midst of almost having the taste of it.
For months I’ve been trying… I’ve been trying to forget or hopefully get over you but I just can’t.

Err…

For months I’ve been trying… I guess I’ve been trying in vain, the result of my actions were undoubtedly stupid. Tell me, did you ever or even had “that” feeling for me?

Or…

Was it just a fancy attention that you had which misled you to have a great infatuation?

…

Did I even have the chance?
I don’t require for an answer to this. I just wanted to ask but not really know what the answer you have for this.

I want to meet you again, and if ever it would be a yes, the question is: when?
I want to talk to you; maybe this is the only way for me to get over you…
Honestly, I want to tell you everything that’s in my mind, I’m getting tired and bored writing my emotions and what-so-ever on paper. My mind is too tired talking to itself.

I’m not a good writer; I don’t even have the knowledge in anything that is related to literature. And worst, I even don’t know how to construct a proper sentence or phrase!

I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.

My mind is inconsistent on what to tell about, there are just too many things I want to talk about. I want to TALK, to SPEAK out. And this time, I want it to be one by the use of my mouth.

It has been months now; since the last time we’ve met. You know what… I really wanted to purchase those name-beaded necklaces that time… Oh well, I ended up saying;

“Next time.”

He main reason why I said that was because I thought there would be a next time… Well, I was wrong.

I’m not the sweetest, most romantic or even good-looking person you’ve known.
Whatever… I don’t really mind.

I feel like I’m a satellite. Wandering around you,
Not having the chance to get even close to you.