Things Left on Last Night's Talks

Thanks for listening to all my complains. Thanks for making me believe that everything's gonna be alright. Thanks for teaching me to be wiser and be grateful for everything I have. Thanks for supporting my hobbies. Thanks for encouraging my dreams. And most of all,  thanks for making the 30 minutes that we used to share on days ago.

We're all being played by the time. With a broken me, and a healing you. They said that time healed everything. But all the things that the time did just to play with us. It played our feelings, took the space between our unfinished dreams, and trapped us in a sick-twisted situations.

We laughed, we talked, we care. Deep inside, we're afraid of losing. Lost the moments, lost the space, lost the dreams we had, and lost in time. We could see through that eyes. We need each other. So that we desperately found spaces between our crazy-full-time-things.

Just because, I need you, to complete me-in all the time of that space. I won't give you up. I would try to be fine when the time just letting him go. But if it happened to you, I'm sure I wouldn't.