One month has passed by and still no sign of her.
I still come to visit every now and then and for sure time will come that I will die from drinking too much caffeine everyday.
Or when the manager decides to kick me out for sleeping in their coffee shop during afernoons.
Why can't I just accept the fact that she isn't coming back anymore.
It's because you don't want to.
Truth sucks actually.
It's funny how she got me bad when I've only seen her once.
She was like a bubble that appeared in my life but then suddenly disappears leaving no clue for me to find her.
Where was destiny when I needed one?
She probably has forgotten about my existence or if I still even breathe.
She was a stranger to me the same as I was to her.
And again, truth sucks.