(someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to)
"when you are sitting next to me."
this unsettling feeling is becoming unbearable. that tiny voice is always whispering. who turns up the volume though? or presses the repeat button? care to clarify will you.
perhaps things are better left unsaid but the sheer foreseen of regret is unsettling. truthfully, it has always been melancholy - the so called closure. or is it?
they say things happen for a reason. and that there's a silver lining to each cloud. people are such optimist. or maybe just how they'd like to settle for. the irony, "it takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence."
rindu sangat.
