Words can’t describe how much I miss you Jaslyn. I miss you lots. But I’m doing a lot better, if you were interested to know.
Life’s not awesome-o but it’s great. I’m contented right now.
I just got back from Bangkok, got tons of shoes. Would have love to show ’em to you.
Sometimes, I have such a great deal within me that I wanna talk about to you. Like sharing the troubles I have, usually boy troubles.
And I can almost hear you say,
“You’re a heartbreaker, Erina. Go break their hearts.”
Y’know the strangest thing is that we both love sushis, but we never actually talked about sitting down and having a sushi meal together.
Strange isn’t it? Maybe our love for alcohol and cigarettes was all that was enough for us.
I haven’t been drinking much lately. Don’t feel up for all the burning sensation that runs through my body.
And I don’t smoke that much either. Doesn’t make me feel that good anymore though I do puff cos it helps me on a day to day basis. Pretty much why we started smoking in the first place eh?
And clubbing’s not all that fun and games anymore. I could never find a partner like you, and honestly, I’m not looking for someone to replace your spot.
I just want you back.
Strange isn’t it? How long you’ve been gone but I still hope you’ll pick up the phone and text me for a meetup.
Or write on my wall.
But it’s strangely empty. As though it’s waiting for a missing piece of puzzle to fall right into place.