Every time I was sad, down, stressed, angry, or taken up by my thoughts, you were my cure. You were my cure to everything that made me feel down for a while or forever. It never mattered what are the circumstances, the time, the place, I only knew that I was not happy and then I started thinking about you or talking to you and now I am the happiest person in the whole entire world. Your single text, a single call, looking at you for once, talking to you, sitting beside you, or just sharing the same room with you, it doesn't matter how tiny and how unimportant that thing was I just knew that I was happy. You made me happy all the time by everything you did, you said, you didn't do, you kept quiet about. All this time that you've gone and you have stopped talking to me, meeting me, calling me, or replying to my texts, I either miss you and cry or I think about you and smile. It's been so long that I had been genuinely happy since you left. All I want to say is please come back to me. My happy is missing you. You were my happy and I want my happy back.
Once was very happy. The same girl cries a lot now. Who did this to her? They say, she killed her happiness. Why would she? She is crazy. What drove her crazy? She did this to herself. Weird, she seems stupid. Yes, she does. But why? Who knows. Once she was known as the happiest-go-luckiest girl. Her teacher was tired of her always laughing. Annoyingly he'd say, you don't care where you sit, you will always laugh, right? Happily, she'd say, yes, sir! I am always happy. I make my own happiness. How? they'd ask. Just like this! She'd shrug. It was easy for her to be happy. Her classmates called her "Kittenish". Who laughs the most, cries the most too, they'd tell her. Nah, I won't. Proudly she'd say. Believing in her fate, in her God, in herself. I'll always laugh like this. Then she fell in love. With this calm, great guy, I must say. He was so beautiful. She used to think about him all the time. He had this infectious smile and chameleon ey...
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