"I'm not a born actress, as such, I care about expressing feelings." -Audrey Hepburn

Many times I care too much about feelings and feelings make up my whole world for me. It makes me wonder whether the world I'm living in is the real one. Cause I feel surreal in my own delusion more than anywhere else.

I want to play a grand piano on some gorgeous stage with a million audience.
I want to learn as many instruments as possible; saxophone will be next.
I want to dive in a swimming pool-sized of chocolate fondue.
I want a field flooded with orange daisies.
I want to teleport to Berklee!
I want a library of books with classics, and very very very extremely good books & novels.
I want to own a home movie theatre with my very own ice cream fridge.
I want to direct my own gore movie and write my own gore novel. (this is thrilling.)
I want to get married to some rich guy and be a tai tai. HAH.

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UNFINISHED.

I always thought after that night's talk, we had a closure. I found answers I need to know and you had your chance in justifying yourself.
Yes, closure. It sounds pretty cool with all the patching up, being friends again. Well, cliché as it sounds, moving on. But truth always gives me less expected of how I wish it will turn out.

There isn't really a closure is there? Because all I know was as soon as the clock strikes twelve, loneliness seems to find its way right to my poor heart. I find excuses for myself to leave you a message, to call or even to meet you. I left drafts in my inbox which were meant for you. I sang songs about you with my guitar. And I took long jogs at the park just to relive our moments.

Truth is, I miss you so badly. And what left unsaid is, everyday I still hope.
I hope for you to come back even though I know you will never get to see the messages I've never sent out. You will never get to listen to the sadness in my song. And you will never get to see all the foolish nights where I just sat at the park by myself listening to conversations in my head. But I wish and hope somehow a miracle will happen. So much for a closure eh?

Who am I kidding? All this time I knew that all the feelings I had and have are still there. Unfinished business.


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