Went clubbing very often these few weeks.
I know, very naughty of me to do so.
But since it is the last month of the year, why not?
Last time for me to 'visit' the places that we went.
Last time for me to drink what ever I please.
Last time for me to let it all out.
I'll be good when the new year starts.
Plan my route and move on.
Built the wall and be on guard to defend.
The drive back after the latest clubbing session snapped me back to Earth.
With the windows wound down and the wind blowing against my face.
Words exchanged was stored, processed and thought through.
I realize that I love him, a lot.
Yes, 'love' without the '-d'.
But at the same time, I have to, I need to, I want to move on.
-=iNa=-
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