dearest love.

     I guess it's getting harder and harder telling you how I feel and each time you asked, I would always shrug it off by saying, 'oh, just tired.' It's easier to deal with you not knowing my feelings than you knowing yet not doing anything about it. It's just getting increasingly difficult to tell you without you losing your patience on me and telling me to walk away.

We stopped saying " I love you" to each other.
You stopped telling me you miss me.
You stopped wishing me monthsary on time even when i do because you want to take revenge on how i used to not say in the past.
You started losing your patience at me so ever frequently.
You start complaining about whatever flaws i have.
You stopped wanting to hold my hands and hug me.
I stopped calling you because i didnt want to quarrel with you over the phone anymore.
You stopped taking funny photos with me or maybe even want to take pictures with me.


How much, just how much do we have to lose before we give up on everything?
And honestly, every single day, i just hope you would go back being the you you were. I miss the you, the old you so much. The one who no matter how much i pushed you away, will always come looking for me.
I will always always remember the time where you ran to a Mcdonalds to get me a mcflurry just to cheer me up.

old memories are fading and its just getting harder to hold on to it. i wish for you to be back.

this is still one of my favourite photos to date.