I am thinking hard. I still love you when I start to think of you. You are like a cancer virus.
You stick on my heart way better than a glue.
You know, just like cancer, it takes a lot for me to cure from you. The price for the remedy is like a lifetime worth of regrets.
It is painful, time consuming, staying up late, lonely, your voice in my head and the waves of flashbacks.
It’s like hiding a cancer from your family members. Undergoing the treatment, the ‘chemo’ alone and cold.
The pain interval becomes even faster at night and it will be like that for a long long time you feel like you want to fly away from where you are.
It’s not something I can sleep on. And these pillows are slowly becoming salty from my tears.