its that time of the year, again.
the one that makes me feel ignored, love. the one that makes me feel really neglected, love. the one that makes me feel dissatisfied with your periodical tactlessness, love. the one that forces me to be more patient, love. the one that i have to go through with that positive thought in mind that it will end soon, love. the one when we can't even meet just because an hour or two with me will take away your study time, love. the one when you know i'll pour it all out in this blog, love. indeed, love.
yasmin hates this time of the year because it takes imran away from her.
i guess the pain never really went away the last time.
yes i have my friends. i run home to my family. but they are not you, love.
you expect me to understand. i do. but you, you don't learn.
now, love, you are being such a huge distraction to me.
the one that makes me feel ignored, love. the one that makes me feel really neglected, love. the one that makes me feel dissatisfied with your periodical tactlessness, love. the one that forces me to be more patient, love. the one that i have to go through with that positive thought in mind that it will end soon, love. the one when we can't even meet just because an hour or two with me will take away your study time, love. the one when you know i'll pour it all out in this blog, love. indeed, love.
yasmin hates this time of the year because it takes imran away from her.
i guess the pain never really went away the last time.
yes i have my friends. i run home to my family. but they are not you, love.
you expect me to understand. i do. but you, you don't learn.
now, love, you are being such a huge distraction to me.
-me-


