I just want to go back to the days when I don't have the time to like someone. I was so concentrated on just being me. Nothing to think too much of, no one that occupies my mind all day, distract me from living my life.

But I can't do that any more. Why is that? Is it because I feel envious of my friends that have someone to lean on, someone that's always willing to hear them out, someone wanting to hold their hand... I keep convincing myself that I can be fine even on my own, free to do whatever I want, no restrictions. (*Whispers* Even looking at cute guys!) Ah yes, the benefits of being single is endless. Being alone wasn't a problem. I didn't have to keep talking - I mean chatting - to people. I was fine, great actually. But what now?

"I'm not desperate."
"I'm not desperate."
"I'm not desperate."

I need someone. Not just someone. I want him. The him who gave me so much to remember, so much that I can't forget over the years. People might say we were too young to understand. (I would say so too if it wasn't me.) But it was real, the feelings were real, everything was. I could still feel the same way if I were to see him.

I'm still grudging on the promise he gave me, his 99%. Though it's kind of obvious that he's more to the 1% now. I feel pathetic. Why am I still keeping faith to the promise that's not going to be fulfilled? ...

These thoughts keeps flashing across my mind, day and night, it can't be stopped. Someone, help me...