love.

love can never be explained. it's something everybody feels, but somehow we can't explain what it is.

February. It had been just another ordinary month for me. nothing important, whatsoever. But since I met him, my whole world changed. I can't celebrate my birthday without thinking what yesterday should've been. I can't get through the day without thinking what would happen if we were still an item. But all I could do now is to wonder. Nothing more, nothing less. Wishing I could turn back time. Everybody knows that's impossible, right? But I'm just wishing, there's nothing wrong with that.

I thought feeling "love" would make me feel like I'm in Cloud9.. I was right. It felt like it. But when it had to end, everything went tumbling down, as if none of what I've worked hard for meant something. Tears started to come. My heart started to ache as if it was the end. Those tears never stopped. It came by every night, just before I was going to sleep.