Time changes everything, even you and I have changed
The Author
Her name is Aqilah Muhamad Azmi. Born on February 6th 1995 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Currently joining the Faculty of Education and doing her foundation in TESL. Laws, politics and poetry are her major interests. Blunt with her words, carefree and open to learn.
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Short Story #2
Saturday, 12 October 2013 || 21:02
"I have found him!"
"Found who?"
"Him!"
"Him who?"
"I found him - My joie de vivre!"
I saw you. A new picture of you uploaded via Instagram. My expressions changed.
I still remember the time we chatted. I was so happy. We talked about everything. Even small, not crucial things. We were having it great. My hopes rose. I used to giggle a little reading your jokes and stories. Everything seems perfect when you are around.
Now vacant, vanished.
Perhaps, I pleased you so much or being too nice or, I don't know. Whenever you stop replying, I feel like an idiot. It is like another failure for me.
I don't mind spending my resting-hours on you. I knew I was so sleepy. I felt like my eyes were bloodshot sore that sometimes I failed to focus and all the words on the chatroom swam. But hey, keep texting. Even if you think you are talking rubbish. Cause you are so important to me. Holding back my tiredness are worth it.
One thing for sure, I am not going to ever reveal this secret.
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes
