I think I’m actually done missing him…
I’ve missed our loving conversations since the end of August, so I had plenty of time to grow a distance…
My future just crumbled, but my present is pretty much unchanged. Except that I have to deal with my already bought ticket… I hope to stay at a friend’s home, but many friends live in dormitories, which means they can’t take in visitors (overnight). I definitely don’t want to stay at a hotel by myself!
I think I’m actually done missing him…
In Spring it blossomed
In Summer it ripened
In Autumn it detoriorated
And before Winter had even come, it died
|—||My broken heart|
you know those certain people you meet, who just have interesting auras? you see them for the first time, and for some reason, they completely capture your attention; it could be the way they’re sitting, hunch-backed and alertly glancing around or leaning over a paper or a book, or the definitive lack of a smile on their face, or definitive secrets behind their happiest expressions. Or maybe when their eyes meet yours, the depth within them impacts you, and you become enamored; or whenever they speak, it’s meaningful and overflowing with hidden messages between specially crafted lines and you feel maybe only you could perceive and understand what special things could be hiding under their sadly smug smirk or forlorn half-smile.
and sometimes, it remains that way. you see them around occasionally, but you two never meet, and you’re always left to wonder what if and become jealous of the people you see with them often, the ones who know the things you’d give so much to.
but frankly, sometimes meeting them is a worse fate. because how could you not become immediately and fatally infatuated with someone who captured your focus at first sight? how could every small revelation of their soul or every quick line leading in to their thoughts not fill up your emptiness just a tad bit more, not tug at your heart strings and force your care out of its hidden pockets and throw it out uninvited? how could you not fall in love?
how could you get over the pain of their leaving, their final angrily deadpanned phrases, the broken fragments of their promises and the fact you weren’t good enough for the person who had so quickly and easily overtaken your entire mind and all the love you had to offer? how could you listen to the same songs and visit the same places and wander the same hallways with the memories shrouding you? how could the world continue, how could YOU continue when you’ve become so in love with their soul, their mind, their ESSENCE that you could never ever get over it, pick yourself up, find another anything like they were?
you’ve come to need it, to need the comforting unpredictability of how their good mornings will sound and the shifty guardedness of their eyes and the internal rush of joy at doing things for them and hearing their laugh and being wrapped up in their arms and SAFE. you want them there when you have thoughts and ideas and you need them when you cry, because nothing else could comfort you and they’re everywhere because they became your everything, and just because they’ve left doesn’t mean that changes.
It’s not been a year and I’m already back in Heart Ache Lane.
I guess my (now ex-)boyfriend couldn’t wait for me to come back to his country in January.
Now I have a ticket but no place to stay… What can I do?
Tucked away cozily in the outskirts of the frequented underground music & art district of Hongdae, Seoul, stands an independent cafe - Cafe Oui. Taken over nearly five years ago in 2008, current owner Ji-Woo Nam bought the quaint brick-walled Hongdae cafe from two acquaintances who were…
|—||Steve Furtick (via rainydaysandblankets)|
This is so awesome~!
But the Dutch dog doesn’t actually say “blaf”, that is just the thing it does (like ‘talk’ for humans). The sound the dog makes when it blafs is “woef / waf” =)
And the Korean cat goes “nya-ong”, which is a little different from the other languages too ^-^