I just realise that not yet, everything is not there yet. But I thought it has been there. But too bad, at the end, it's only I thought.
We are having dinner together. But the other party is busy on the phone. I am sitting here and look at the act. And I find it more and more disturbing.
Yea you are busy with works. Yea you are occupying with duties. But for just one hour, you can't make the time for it.
Then I came to understand it again. That no interest in me. That somebody doesn't like me as like me, so the passion isn't there. That's why I feel constantly tired because I keep chasing for nothing.
Guess I should back off and keep some dignity for myself.
Everything is not yet a thing. Not yet.
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