Im sick.
My nose is killing me.
I'm about to sneeze my nose off.
Im sick and trying not to fall into a pool of self-pity.
Cuz I know how destructive that can be.
With that thought,
I had another thought.
Why do I even bother feeling this low?
Its not like I've not kissed boyfriends goodbye at airports,
and never see them again, rite?
Technically, I should be immune to this scenario.
You see,
I fall for someone...
Then we spend months of crazy times together,
Build a bunch of tear-jerking memories,
I get convinced that I am in love,
(or at least I am at certain points)
And then suddenly I am told that we need to separate.
THEN THEN THEN...
Then comes the best part.
We get to the airport,
We hug,
We walk separate ways,
and I never see them again.
I'm only 22,
and that exact scenario has occurred... 4 times now.
Not one, Not two, Not three,
But FOUR!
Aside from the time with Shafeeq,
where we had to part becuz I was furthering my studies,
The other 3 times happened unexpectedly.
But expected or not,
It still hurts.
And I've cried my way through them all.
At least I did with the other 3...
This time around,
I only cried twice.
2 pieces of tissue.
Thats HUGE improvement.
Then again,
It's only the 2nd day.
Lets see how determind I can be.
(or more like, how immune i actually am)
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