The Number ‘Eight’.
So today my brother asked me, “tomorrow what’s the date?” and I replied, “it’s the eight”. And that was where it all came back to me….
It’s gonna be the eight of November tomorrow. It’s that special day for us. The number eight, where it all brought us together, where our love started to build, where we were committed to each other. I felt doleful when my brother asked me that. Who am I kidding? Is there actually us? I don’t know what are we anymore. This really muddled me.
Memories of us kept replaying in my thoughts. I’ll get very emotional whenever I think about us. I’ll always hoping and wishing that you’ll be there for me once again. Be there to hold me tight whenever I’m feeling down or stressed out or even when I’m gone insane, and still stay and say that, “don’t worry beautiful, everything will be fine”.
I still love you and I still love us. I never want us to split. I put up a false face as I don’t want you to see that I’m hurting inside and be worry for me. Yes, it is a huge risk for me to have lied about that but I just don’t want to trouble you anymore.
Oh God, I pray that tomorrow will be a better day and please forgive my and his mistakes for whatever we’ve done in the past. And lit up our eyes and make us see that he and I are really meant for each other as I know, he really means a lot to me….
