Today I went to the Polyclinic again. Finally took out my bandage, but there’s still some raw wounds. Apparently my toe hurts the most now. I’m just hoping it’ll heal so that I can wear shoes. And start applying for jobs temporarily. I took some medicine before that, so I spent my afternoon sleeping.
I remembered us arguing when I was sick, but wouldn’t admit to it, and you were the one more concerned for me than I was. Now you are not here to feel concerned for me. Not that I want to, but it just sucks to not have you around when I want to, not even to say “Hey what are you up to?”
I still remember us. After I had cleared my thinking and feelings, now I still could remember those days we had. There were times that I refrain from reading our messages in my phone, but that’s because I’m trying my best to move on without letting go, which is why I did not delete your messages. To me, they were the last memories we had.
For now, all I can do is to remember you by is to listen to the songs that could remind me of you and view your pictures on your Facebook profile. Sometimes it feels like I’m stalking my own boyfriend, as if there’s going to be updates on your profile.
Anyway, you’re still the best I’ve ever had, and I’m not going to let anyone bring me down.