One Line.

It has already been nine months.

A new baby is born. A tree has grown taller. A student graduates.

Yet, I’m still out of love.

It’s official. I know.

I don’t know the reason why, but the way I am feeling right now is very different.

I miss the nights when I’m staring depressed at the ceiling listening to some old music while only thinking of her.

I miss the times when I am inspired to write songs because of her.

I miss the moments when I would hide purposely when she walks by – the reason primarily is to glance at her beautiful face. (And probably because I’m too torpe to just even approach her.)

I miss the instances when I make stories because of her.

I laugh at myself.

There have been few eye-catchers out there, but no one caught my heart yet. For nine months, no one.

It’s been a long time since I’ve composed a song, or written a story.

Well, I’m speechless.

Three more months, and it’ll be a year of a cold heart.

I got to get drunk...with water.