That call

I just wanted to call you and tell you everything that I did today. The moment you ignored, is the moment I'll be gone. To you, it may be not important, but to me, it is important. It makes me feel unsecure, unable to be in touch with you. What if I'm in trouble? Who should I make the first call to for help? I didn't know I had to repeat this. I thought you knew everything, the way I feel towards this issue. The importance of this to my heart.


I had no one to share my pain with. I had no one to share my joy with. The first person who came to my mind just shattered my hope. Why should I explain if you don't even bother sitting down patiently to listen to the whispers of my heart. Let this remain like a puzzle. Maybe it should have been like this all these while. At least I know, I can't count on you.


You want to be heard, I want to be heard too. You will slowly be leaving my heart.

Bye my sweetheart, samantha.

* another misty day 9:13 PM