Wednesday, June 17, 2009

last bus home

I stared at the incoming headlights of the cars while I sat in the bus with the comfort of the freezing air blowing down from the aircon. It all felt so peaceful, the smooth journey throughout. Munching on pretz while I tried to count the number of raindrops on the windshield. "Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you, what I feel about you." I suddenly thought about the future, about us, what its gonna be like. "I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have, for you I will." I'm always afraid of the outcome, afraid of facing the truth. What if it happens? I'll be really devasted.

You were like my lover, and my best friend.

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