Anytime I read this(The Story about Leah),I feel so good.
‘Atleast someone sees (saw)
something in me’,I say (said)
Well, whether I’m writing in present or past,I wish I could just travel back in time when I felt like I belonged to someone,I still do feel it but I fear my owner doesn’t know me anymore.Is it the new job? Is it me? Is it my age? It can’t be my behaviour,no.
I can’t help but think about this one person that once kissed my lips, that once came to see me whenever I called, that once touched my skin,so deep,I can’t help but miss the moments.
This might be last writing, Incase you fail to say something. But just know, I’m (my heart)suffering.
I will never say I miss you again, I’ll just end up the same, just like in Chemistry when there’s no change on litmus paper.