Without The Love

Love, The Ever Georgeous Kris

The voice of Taylor Swift playing from my neighbour's house bring back nostalgic happy memories. Remembering all those memories that I thought would last forever. Forever.

"Forever and Always."

I remember, that day when he said that. The way his eyes sparkled, anticipating my answer. His hair falling in his eyes. The warmth of his body so close to mine. His hands stayed resting on my hips. The view right below us, brings too much nostalgia.

I wish we'd stay that way. I wish to see, everyday, that same person who promised me my forever. But sadly, not all things end up what you wanted it to be.

"Hey Kris, fancy going out tonight?" That was Jess, my best friend/sister. The only person other than my dad and mom who never betrayed me.

"How I wish I could. But as you see, I have to get all the boxes inside the house before dawn." I really wanted to eat Japanese right now, but I just wanted to finish arranging this house so I could rest in peace tomorrow.

"Well.... Then. Ciao! Call me later when you finish!" She's a loud person person you could say.

I start to unpack the last three boxes I have. Each contained just books. I really am one for books as you could see. I could spend my entire life just laying on my bed and reading books. I love books with light moods, especially John Green's.

I was about to put the last book at the shelf when all the pages of the book slipped.

"Awwww, what happened?"

I picked every page of it, until I noticed what's written in it. Letters. All of them are letters.

"-Your James Dean" I read.

Every letter I read, makes me want to cry more and more. God, why can't I stop being emotional just for a second? I wanted to stop reading, but I just can't. There's something in these letters that makes me feel the nostalgia and yet, it makes me happy. Quite a masochist, eh?

"October 21, 2015

Kris, Kris, Kris. God, I could just spend my entire life saying your gorgeous name. I'm sorry this has to happen. I'm sorry you have to put through all the pain.

I know, me cheating can never be justified, because I wanted it. You see, I really love you. But I don't know, there's something that tells me that cheating on you would be thrilling, fun, and exciting.

I know that by doing this, I might lose you. God, I just wish you'd never find out, because, I don't want to see you hurt."

What the hell did I just read?! You gotta be kidding me. Who the hell is in the right mind to cheat on someone they love as if it's an essential. I guess this guy is.

I slipped all the pages back into the book and placed it on the nightstand. I feel so exhausted and drained from all these moving. I probably should start jogging daily.

Yes, a good way to release stress and be healthy: exercise.

I head to the closet and find a pair of those exercising outfits. A plain white shirt and jogging pants would do, eight? I mean, no one would say a thing or two about my attire outside since I basically live alone in this place.

I jogged all the way to the small park in our town, which is is placed in front of a majestic lake. The water from the lake basically just looked like a actual mirror. I could totally see the perfect skies in the clear water. I've never seen such clear water in my whole life.