Current song playing : This One (Crying like a Child) by Utada Hikaru
How could I ever love another?
How could you don’t remember?
God knows I’d give anything
For just one more night together

Today is Sunday.

This day is my therapy. Plans were made.
I woke up and smiled, perhaps it is going to be a good day.

Watched a movie titled “Wild Child”, story of a young girl adapting to a new environment. For some silly reasons unknown, I cried throughout the whole movie. It made no sense at all. After spending my nights thinking of him, I needed to channel my emotions somewhere. But crying over this movie seems ridiculous, almost stupid. Crying. I’ve learned to cry the past few months. I turned on my playlist and cry over songs, cry over stupid love songs. It’s funny no matter how much of crying is done, the feelings never ceased, it is still there, perhaps temporary forgotten. It will come back in seconds, moments you never want your shield to be broken. I broke my shield, I broke my wall.

Coming back to comfort home, I thought day would be splendid. The face I saw wasn’t a happy one. The tone of his voice was merely disappointing. I kept quiet. No input would make him any happier. Why do Sunday looked so dark and angry? Angry words, mad tones. Phones beeping back and forth, I could sense the awkwardness. Should I walk off? Am I intruding? Should they fight, where should I stand?

Love is complex. Space, time, emotions. I’m walking away.