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6am in the morning. You're not there next to me. You're not at home, holding me like we used to be. Where are you?
You could be out having fun with friends, drinking and dancing to the beat, the rhythm of the music pumping your heartbeat, that heartbeat that I listened to every night for a long time, ages ago.
You could be in the arms of another man, moaning as you and him sweat all over the sheets, him whispering sweet promises into your ears, his eyes looking deep within your beautiful irises.
You could be but a memory of yesterday, a ghost of things past. I laid flowers at your grave just today, the gentle rain slowly dripping from your tombstone, an eternal heartache that I will hold until the day I lie beside you once more.
You could at home, safely wrapped up, sleeping alone, but yet awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering where it was we went wrong, so terribly, terribly, wrong. I wish I could talk to you, comfort you, bring you back, but yet I'm afraid of rejection of pain, sorrow, anger and a wider gap between us.
"什么才是真的爱你" - ?? It's the longing, the wanting, the begging, the crying, the demanding, the everything that we...NO, THAT I, I DID FOR YOU!. But even then....... you still didn't want it. Love has no meaning when you don't love me back. So I'll remember that, and save myself from embarrassment, from shame, from hidden smiles when you reject me. I will be a man, a man you may not love, but a man you can respect. I may have a broken heart, but I still have unbroken pride. |
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