2.40pm, the last I heard from you.

Perhaps you have your own life now and I am just a burden to you.

will I still see you in a few hours time?

I guess I tend to get stuck in the past alot.
I miss the times when i came out of my house and i see you waiting by the stairs for me.
Or the times when i was going home late, and you wait at the control station just to send me home.
The times where you would deliver my favourite breakfast to me early in the morning.
I miss the times where i would lie on your laps and fell asleep. And you would continue holding on to my hand just to let me feel your presence.
The times when i first open my eyes and see you staring back at me.
And the times where you would tell me you love me every single day.

Who are you now? and where have the past you been? how can one person change so much? and how does one cope with change?

Imysm.