He killed me when he said “I love you” …
I died when I opened my eyes.
Never thought dreaming could be this harsh,
Leaving me longing, hoping, wishing…
For more romanticisms, less idealisms.
More glees , less frets.
More heartbeats, less heartstrings.
More laughters, less tears.
More of this pinky fantasy,…
Less of this blurry reality.