They tell me that if it's something that I can't move away from, maybe it's something I shouldn't be moving away from. But when I tell them that it was horrid when it lasted, they are silent. And then they tell me he is no better off. And that maybe this is how things are to be. And that maybe we could make things better now. But how can I forget all that? Can he? Part of me whispers a 'Yes, you can both do it...'. The part of me that found solace only in him, I'm guessing. And all of me knows that till I leave this place, there is no such thing as hope. Can I hold out that long? I can only hope so...
Hope is a thing :|
Why do I still talk to him? Why is it that every time I am drunk, every single time, it's him I want to call? I decide not to most times, but nevertheless. I need a break. Maybe I should have given that whole foreign internship a shot :D At least the hot firangs would have taken my mind off these petty (:D) things!!