The other half.

Her best friend might not know how glad she is to have her as her best friend. She is. 

Her best friend might not know how proud she was to tell the rest of the world that she's her best friend. She was.

Her best friend might not know she thinks about her as much as she does to him. She does. 

Her best friend might not know she too shed tears once in a blue moon thinking of her sometimes like she did. She did.

She would give up anything, for her. And she will. 

Almost there.

Lying on the couch, staring at the television, not knowing what she's watching, but she doesn't really care. 

Her thoughts spiral in her head like a wild hurricane, so many times she's almost driven into it yet she manages to hold herself back. Safe and steady. 

What a night. What a kind of night to sink herself into a good book and a big cup of coffee. 

It's okay, just one last more to go.

Just keep moving.

The first two subjects of this first mock did not seem to go very well. 

She's gotten so mentally exhausted that she's sunk into her bed and all she wanted was to sleep the days away, and nothing else really much mattered.

'It's just a bad day, not a bad life.'

And now she has faith, that she'll be all geared up, after a good rest. 

In the midst of wonder.

Sometimes she tries to feel her own breath to make sure she's still living. Her body doesn't feel like hers and her time doesn't feel like her time as well. 

And she always wonders whether the hardwork pays off.

She keeps believing. And she still believes.

Because she misses him so.

There she is, shedding tears, not knowingly. 

She misses him so much. So much more than she could have imagined back then when he was not that far away from her. 

She wants to spend every moment of the week with him, if she could. 

Distance makes her realize so many things, in so many ways.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Another weekend has passed. She loves how soon she'll be able to see him again yet she hates at the same time that she might be running out of time. 

She can do it. Yes she can, watch her. 

"Hold on, pain ends."

Strings of happiness.

It's the second day she started playing. And she's getting the feeling day by day.

And she keeps strumming and she keeps playing. 

Unknown tears.

And she just burst into tears. Without a reason. She just feels a great need to cry a river, maybe it's the period cramp.

She hugs her pillow tight and cries. She'll be alright.

Time in corner.

Alone, she sits in the corner sometimes. 

And she watches the people and thinks. Nothing in particular, just letting some wild thoughts running in her head as if the time freezes at that very moment. 

She daydreams a lot. Many people had told her so. Only observant ones did, she thinks. 

And she sits in the corner, again.

Magic.

What a day to remember. :)))))))))))))

Just when she was thinking of him on the way back home, he appears. Literally, appears right in front of her, like magic.

According to Mama, he had his slippers, bags and bottles well-hidden just in case she finds out his surprise visit. He even parked his car far away from her place on purpose. It was a well-planned surprise.

He never fails to make her smile, as always. :)

And she's so happy today. So happy.

:)

The reason.

She loves it. How effortlessly, he always makes her smile.

With the simplest texts and silliest unintended jokes.

And she hugs her baby pillow tight and she's cheered.

Presence.

She always needed time on her own. She despises those who can't spend time by themselves, they always needed company, and she always thinks she's different.

She thinks she can understand why now.

"Maybe surrounded by a million people, I still feel all alone."

Breathe.

She stares into space. So deeply.

She hadn't been doing this since long long ago. She's growing so fast these days she barely feels the time. A part of herself was bent, she realizes. It only hit when she stares, not at anyone but nothing in particular while letting her thoughts run wild. She loves when they do, because that's what she really was, what she really is.

And she thinks about him a lot. In daytime, or even in nights like this. And she misses her. As much as she misses him. Sometimes she shed a little tears because she felt this emptiness killing her bits by bits. So she keeps herself busy by living everyday, not only breathing but actually living. And she sought happiness in all these smallest things.

She got herself a white ukelele today. She wants to sing to her own playing someday. That day will come sooner or later, she believes. That little dream of hers will soon bloom.

And she keeps living.