“good night,” and the call hung up instantly.

it was neither happy nor usual one. at that moment, i thought such days were over. somehow, just as the past became history, it came back to haunt me again. it was tough to put them all aside, but now, it seems never-ending.

sitting at the concourse for 2 hours, wishing for a miracle. in the end, i deserved none. how ironic to be someone who loves so much, and yet that was what i received. it hurt so much that brought so much pain and tears the whole night.

the conversations were painful enough, and ending off the phone call made my heart shattered. at that moment, i really wanted to know how much i really mean to you.

but there was not a single reply.

somehow, it all boils down to how long am i staying put in this position. will i be someone more important than what i am now? because right now, at this very moment, after the call hung up immediately, ‘date’ is not exactly a safe position for me anymore.

who am i, really? did we not promise not to allow the past to happen in the present again? 

there was a healed scar, but it started bleeding all over again. 

the night without someone to talk to. it feels like something was amiss. it was almost as if i am used to having you around, and it took quite me a while to adjust to sleep since the same thing happened all over again. i guess, at this very moment, i missed hearing “good night baby button”, and to wake up to happy messages the next day. kind of like a motivation to wake up to seeing you every morning.