When you feel it's too good to be real, it's got to be a dream.
It is just one that i wish that i may not wake up from it.

I dreamt you alot these few weeks. Especially when i fall asleep when i'm too tired.
Everyday is different for me. Some times, i would think it' s just another day. Days pass soon enough for me to grow old, to die. Sometimes, i would be a good girl, thinking that i will wait and i can wait patiently without doing anything now. Not doing anything to hurt you. Sometimes, i would really want to get back to you desperately. Sometimes, realizing you're really not here anymore, i would feel like jumping off from my room window or just take some pills to sleep forever.
But all of it, I miss you.

I'm not selfish in anything but you for myself. I hate myself this way. Words of comfort like loving someone doesn't mean you need to have her slowly eating me up. If you don't reckon it is not an end, it wouldn't be. If you love her strong enough, she stays in your heart. If you are strong, she will be. If you still yearns , she would know. I believe her that she will.

I still directionless. . Still waiting for news to come whether i'm accepted. . But everyday had been the same. The days without you.

So, smile more. I'll just wait. Here.