Does not love Valentines

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Valentines - Valentines day, day of love, on which many young men and women have always waited. But as close to 14/2 days feel it more and more numb, heavy with the affliction, his eyes full of faith carry the mind ...
 
Trying to be normal and murky past questions for visitors, everyone's joking, she's trying to smile though somewhat distorted smile. Has a week gone by since the day he let go of it, it would change. It began to gather, it scared moments alone it will miss about him; It also started drinking alcohol would probably help it tired and fall asleep easier; He tried to laugh a lot, trying to hide emotion because the pain in my heart ... But even try to cover up true feelings, his self-deception, each passing day it's still on his mind, it still cries every night when think about you ... It can not lie to yourself.
 
've Told myself to forget him please, tell myself not to cry because someone does not love you, even more people to himself him a lot and he's not for her ... But it can not stop thinking about him every day, such stop crying because he can remember. He remembers his words, the message flow measuring dayd his feelings. But now he has forgotten, he does not remember details he had said these words. He instilled trust it, sow it hope for a happy and also he extinguished faith in it, robbing fragile hope that it can eventually cling.
 
Today it away small gifts with you, looking at you gleefully small gifts for lovers to donate tomorrow, it suddenly sad. Today, in a small agency colleagues also asked it to buy a gift for him is not, it just laughs. Time for valentines day and where it still makes sense, it's nothing but my heart is numb every day, nothing but an invisible wounds still do it every night sobbing ...
 
Then time will erase his image in it, will heal wounds in it, and then it can calmly face him. But that day will ever come? It feels confused and do not want to love again. It wants peace in his heart, be quiet, it was back to the picture "sphere spikes" day, it is getting its soul in the guise lonely ...
Valentines Season sad !!!
 
Who told you it made ​​me dreaming
The first moment I had dreamed nothing
Have different ideas apart one doubts forever
He's cruel to my heart as tear



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Mikasa

I came from a poor family in Vietnam. Daily work with my very heavy. Facebook is a social network to help me flush street. And now I know bitlanders

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