i’m over you

*I’m over you.
I still feel the butterflies in my stomach when you walk by.
And I still save all of our chat & text messages.
I still feel a smile slip on my face at the sound of your name.
And I still think about you all the time.
When I enter a room, my mind always look for you first.
Your voice could still make me fall asleep.
You are breathtaking.
And I’ve never seen such a gorgeous smile.  
A knowing gorgeous smile from someone only to me is gorgeous.

But I’m over you…
Really, I am.
You cannot convince me otherwise.

*-*-*

A Little Sunshine Before The Storm Begins

A Little Sunshine Before The Storm Begins.

(A re-post from A LOVE STORY ABOUT LAURA  =) Many Thanks !!

These next two sets of emails were just before she dropped the hammer
on my life. I love her to pieces and want desperately to be with her.
It shows in these mails.

Me to Laura – Aug 2 

forlorn

 

Being unattached and desolate is like wind.
It fly from the evening towards the land
from the sea light, swirling, it sweeps off
the valleys rising up to the cloud where it resides,
and only leaving the clouds blows
upon the metropolis.

The wind,

like the rain, softly whisper to us in
those chirping minutes when the avenues replace
their faces to early morning dawn,
and when two flesh who revile each other
have to slam dance in a floor –
that is when solitariness, even
in its most tender & slowest form
acquire the streams

 

 

 

under the shroud rain

strange to hear
the sound of a beating heart
hammering up against
the steel wall i tried
but failed to climb