Ribuan Hari Aku Menunggumu Mga Nobela at Kwento

Whispering you'll be fine all along ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Well, can you? Because if you can, then I will be glad to wait no matter how long it would take as long as I am sure that you are coming. But you have to make sure that I can meet the actual you though. I don't wanna waste my breath and my time for waiting over nothing. I want to make it worth it because I've had enough pain to wait for nothing. Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be

A Week Later ' just fucking' that word has been planted in my head since last week and the more it expands the more I feel like I'm gonna die. I don't wanna believe it anyway but when I get angry and something pops on my head whether good or bad it remains printed in it for a long time. arggggghhh. I know this is a lie, Remi loves me, doesn't he okay maybe this loneliness is having an effect on me . it's been hours since Remi's gone to work like 7 hours ago and I've been and still jobless . I do not feel like watching that damn tv or feel like stuffing my face with food . An idea just pop into my head

"The promise you made me didn't matter. The career I clawed out for myself didn't matter." "Just like even now, you're still making me wait." I sighed and turned to face Julian. "But I've already married someone else. I have a new life." "So tell me, why should I wait for you?" When I finished, I watched the emotions churning in his eyes, then looked down at my watch. "Don. I should go. I don't want to keep Roman waiting too long." The instant those words landed, Julian took a step back. A furious, broken laugh escaped him, and then he grabbed my wrist, hard.

"I need days. Weeks. Forever." "Then make these hours count."

"I will always wait for you. No matter in the present or in the past, I'll always wait for you. So come back to me.” *

And yet, I still search the faces in a crowd, hoping to see your smile. But many tomorrows are still ahead of me. I'll miss you in every single one. The end

"U n t i l ... i t.. i s... i n.. t h e r e. I... a m... y o u r s. I f... i t... i s... g o n e....I... w i l l... s t i l l... l o v e... y o u. I... c a n... n o t... p r o v e... i t... t o.. y o u... n o w... b u t... o n e... d a y... I... w i l l... p r o v e... h o w... m u c h... I... l o v e... y o u."

“M, wake up! I need you and I am waiting for you. You have ten minutes. Fifteen, if your mother left something for breakfast, and you bring some for me.” “Okay, okay!” I stretched, but relaxed and closed my eyes again. “M, I am in the truck,” he stated, and in a second I was on my feet and staring through my window. “Damn, M” I hit behind my curtains when I saw him looking at me from his truck across the street. “Just… Give me…Yeah, fifteen.” “No makeup needed, pretty,” he ordered. “I want you as you are.” My jaw dropped, as my heart imagined him “wanting me”, not just waiting for me to go out. I ended the call, feeling how my breathing changed again.

I walked towards him not before stopping a few steps from him. “You are back.” he made a disapproving voice in the back of his throat. Slowly, I make my way towards him, eating the remaining distance between us. The song was fading but we could still hear the girl singing, her voice was crystal clear. (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you I still wait for you