Cry

I cried in a cab last night. 'cause she left. It's not the same thing. I was thinking "why i didn't cry so much when my father left? " Because i knew he would come back. I don't know that about her. Or i did cry but not on the outside. Who knows?


I told her i am happy to be her friend. I am lucky. And that i love her. We should express ourselves. If you love something, someone, tell them. Show them. You might not be around much. Or them. We should always find a way. We should make ourselves happy and do things we always wanted to. Remember that "to do list" when you were 18. Remember what you promised yourself. I know i am a stranger lately but i am finding myself. Again and again and again. And you should live fiercely.


I trust her. I love her. As i love everyone i met. Almost. I am proud, i am selfish and i am crazy. But i do love. And I do miss. I promised her i'll visit her next year, I will. I am promising myself that too.

I promise i will take care of me, more. I will love more. I will live more. No, i say, I remembered i don't do promises. They are meant to be broken, We cried and we laughed and we lived. We felt. We bounded. This is real, baby, Let the feelings in you. If you don't let them, they will destroy you in the end. To cry means to free yourself.