Cold

Badly wanted to write, but I didn't had a chance to.. Thousands of sentences string through my mine, at that precise moment.

Hurt, pain..

I hate how we're making each other feel miserable. How cold and lonely I felt despite sitting in the living room, oblivious to the noisy chatter going on.

How happy you are when you're with your family.

How I could not give you anything but misery. How ironic it is as we sat opposite each other, having candle lit dinner, only to find our forks at each other's heart

Maybe ultimately, freedom would be the best gift, from me.. To you.
~ily