London. Looking at Big Ben, I can remember it's chiming. Such a blissful moment for me. It was my first time too. And once more, it feels like old London again. So vintage, preserved but most of all, beautiful. Can't believe this. Why is it my family has no sort of interest in this anymore?
Though my main reason here is not to talk about Big Ben. I'm confused to what I should be doing right now. It's quite late now but somehow, sleep doesn't come so easily to me. I remember, being left alone..one day. By someone I used to love.
Or perhaps, trust? It's sad cause we could no longer go back to that path. Even being friends, was difficult. It felt like a chore for the sake of my best friend.
What it seemed like sweet love turned so bitter. I remember the months passing by and waiting for his call or even a note.
Nothing.
Those weeks turn to months and the more I see him, the more we felt distant. After the long and painful wait, you decided to come back..and end it on bad terms. You told me that it was for the sake of your studies but in fact..you wanted to get away from me.
Thought I did move on but deep down, I was well hurt.
Sigh.
