We haven't really met but it feels like my soul got tangled with hers.

It's as if her hands are

made to fit mine. Her smile is the only thing I can think of—
first thing in the morning and seconds away before falling asleep at night.
If we happen to finally meet after everything is back to how things were supposed to be, I'd give
her a hug.
I wont talk. I'll let her listen to the beat of my heart as she puts her head on the center of my
chest. Let her listen to what my heart wanted to say. Let her feel the touch from what my body
wanted to tell. And let her hear the words from what my mind speaks of.
I found you. I am here, and always will be.
Losing hope is giving up.
Giving up—sometime is a way for peace. For a mind that has been thinking for too long.
Loving you is hurting myself.
From the moment you took my heart, I couldn't love someone anymore.
You changed.
You left.
And I started to lost my self.
The true battle just began.
Between my past and present.
I want to go back to the days when I'm with you, happily contented.
I want to look forward without you.
But I cannot...
It is you, I want.
The old you, the man who couldn't unloved me.