The Urge To Fall Apart.

Some days I want to be absorbed by the pain. I want to feel it, I want to live with it. I take my headphones and listen to that very song I didn't dare to listen to after you left. Because when I listen to that song, I feel you. I can feel your presence, I can see your face, smiling at me. I can imagine myself blushing, unable to look you in your eyes. But sometimes I deliberately listen to that song, because you had sent me that. It takes me to the time when we had each other. Although you still have me, I, on the other hand, only have half of you. I'll always be that person you care about, but don't love.

A person you'd think of occasionally, but never crave for. Someone you'd love to have a good laugh with, but not someone you'd cry for. You don't seek me while listening to your favorite love song. You don't miss me when someone mentions about the beauty and ache of falling in love. When you listen to a poetry, you don't remember my face or my eyes and the way I look at the moon. I'll forever be with you, but you'll never be mine. As they say, you can love someone, you can't make someone love you back. And now I'm getting emotional because I long for you and you don't.