Call it what you want.

Doing something you really hate but you do it anyway because he loves it and it reminds you of him when he's gone.

I smell the scent of his hair, his neck. I wake up in the middle of the night feelin' his big arms around me. And when I turn the other way, I realized maybe I just miss him. The way he pisses me off, the way he calls my name, the way he kisses me, sweet convos when he's high, and when he jokes around. Damn, I can't believe I'm crying right now. This is the first time I cried over him, since he left Philippines.

Why do I love him so much? It only been 2 fucking months we been together. How could that be possible? Fell so hard in a short span of time. Why can't I hate him? I don't know. I can't. I just can't. I could never ever hate him. I always hope things are well for him.

Oh well..

Sleep hits me like a pill now. I hope I'm done crying. Gotta go now, time to hit the sack. Need to be early for a job interview later. Good luck to me.


Love,
Cas