Love Where there is Love there is pain
It's been a week I can't reach him. He didn't call me as well.
I cried endlessly my eyes keep looking puffy.
My Mom and Dad thought because of their word. I'm being like this they keep trying to console me.
All I do is smile and move on with my day.
Hold back my tears and pretend to be ok.
My pillow is the one thing that knows how much I sob in the nights.
Each time when my phone rings I expecting a call from him.
It's become like I'm expecting a call from is my hobby.
And breaking my expectations is his hobby.
In this one week, I go to college and attending my classes but my mind is full of him. I'm walking, talking, smiling soullessly.
Anna is the only person who knows my pain. She never forgets to call me every night and hear my blabber
