Gone, Not Lost.

请容许我 小小的骄傲
因为有你这样的依靠

Nightmares of losing a loved one always comes when you least expects it. The fear of losing somebody really dear to our hearts will inevitably send tears running down the cheeks. The struggle to wake up from the dream with the choked sobbing is one of my worst experience but my inability to describe how desperate one actually feels is preventing this post from continuing. During the days when I wake up trying to find that familiar backview and that snoring that I grew so used to, I find my pillows actually covered in tears. It was almost like the person was there 5 seconds ago before you realise it's all gone. The pain starts to prick you. Beautiful memories then start to heal the wound and you have a scar to show it all off with. The pain will soon be long gone before another bout of familiarity hits you.The fragility of the scar that has just recovered will be back to haunt you every now and then. It's only there's a special phone whereby you can pick up without speaking and your thoughts would all be conveyed through the comfortable yet stinging silence.



等下一个天亮 把偷拍我看海的照片送我好吗
我喜欢我飞舞的头发
和飘着雨还是眺望的眼光

用简单的言语 解开超载的心
有些情绪 是该说给 懂的人听
你的热泪 比我激动怜惜
我发誓要更努力 更有勇气