Once I gave so much for someone who just treats me as an option. Now I realise no matter how much I gave to anyone, I always go back to this certain someone. A certain someone who has been there for me in my highs and lows. Someone who has seen my tears and my fears. Someone who has always accept me for what I am (except for that one part though. That's a secret until he finds it on his own). Someone who I think knows much about me but rather keep it low in respect of me. Someone who has been my pillar of support outside of family. Someone whose wisdom I appreciate greatly. Someone, who is now, I am missing greatly. I long for a nice cuppa with a nice meal at a nice setting, just us relaxing, chatting, chilling. I need to do that, as soon as he landed in Malaysia (which unfortunately might be next year considering he already maxed out his annual leave).
I miss you dear friend.