Lets play oblivious. When one person is all so excited to meet her beloved, waiting, sitting - nothing seems to get her attention. Then the sky seems to get darker, still waiting patiently. After waiting, the person withdraws himself. Can you feel the resentment that the person waiting is feeling? Yeah. I’m feeling so farked up now. Maybe there’s one thing that you should know, I hate quarrelling with you. Though everytime we quarrel, the next instant we’ll be perfectly fine again, it’s the impact that’s left on my heart. I’m still crying inside and plays to be happy on the exterior. I’m very afraid to lose you. Sighs.
Drink, anyone ?


No more empty promises please.