Thức dậy vừa lúc nằng ùa vào phòng, len qua khe cửa sổ, sáng và đẹp. Vậy mà lòng chùn xuống. Trong thẩm sâu kí ức dậy lên, muốn sống lại thêm lẩn nữa buồi sáng đó, khi tỉnh giấc, ta thấy em, ở đó, thật hơn bao giờ hết, ngay cạnh ta.
Lắm lúc tự hỏi mình sao vẫn mang hy vọng cho một thứ không thực?
Lắm lúc tự hỏi mình sao vẫn mang hy vọng cho một thứ không thực?
"Thoạt đến những âm vĩ cầm,
Miết lên những miền đau thương..."
___________________________Miết lên những miền đau thương..."
I miss waking up next to you.
I keep telling myself that I can't miss you anymore, that I can't be sad anymore, but the more I tell myself those things, the more I miss you, and the more I am sad. I don't know why I am still holding on to what we almost, but never, had. I don't know why I keep wanting to re-live that morning waking up next to you, to see your face in the morning, still asleep. For some reason, I loved watching you sleep, it's so peaceful and relaxed. I don't even know why I'm writing all this out, as if it matters.
Some days, I can be perfectly happy without you, but other days, everything, just out of the sudden, reminds me of you. And that drives me crazy. The more I try not to think about you, the more my thoughts are filled with you. But I guess that's okay, and for some strange reason, it really is, or at least, it feels that way.
I hate not being able to be a part of your life.
I hate that I'm not ever going to be.
I hate that when I watch you sleep, all of my worries and fear just disappear.
I hate the way you always say maybe, to everything.
I hate that you love the ocean, because I love it.
I hate that I think that you're perfect, even though you're the furthest thing away from perfection.
I hate that you always know the right thing to say.
I hate that you're so convincing at acting like you care, even though you never do.
I hate that I'm still in love with you, even though that's the last thing I want.
I hate that I love all the things I hate about you.
I keep telling myself that I can't miss you anymore, that I can't be sad anymore, but the more I tell myself those things, the more I miss you, and the more I am sad. I don't know why I am still holding on to what we almost, but never, had. I don't know why I keep wanting to re-live that morning waking up next to you, to see your face in the morning, still asleep. For some reason, I loved watching you sleep, it's so peaceful and relaxed. I don't even know why I'm writing all this out, as if it matters.
Some days, I can be perfectly happy without you, but other days, everything, just out of the sudden, reminds me of you. And that drives me crazy. The more I try not to think about you, the more my thoughts are filled with you. But I guess that's okay, and for some strange reason, it really is, or at least, it feels that way.
I hate not being able to be a part of your life.
I hate that I'm not ever going to be.
I hate that when I watch you sleep, all of my worries and fear just disappear.
I hate the way you always say maybe, to everything.
I hate that you love the ocean, because I love it.
I hate that I think that you're perfect, even though you're the furthest thing away from perfection.
I hate that you always know the right thing to say.
I hate that you're so convincing at acting like you care, even though you never do.
I hate that I'm still in love with you, even though that's the last thing I want.
I hate that I love all the things I hate about you.
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