I am such a sucker for things, and people, especially people who tend to make me feel sentimental just by a minor action such as leaving a song as a prominent trace, and soon I hold onto that single sliver of hope that maybe there might be a chance, a possibility to make things work. So I cling onto that fragile thread, brimming with sudden, inexplicable happiness and euphoria of having experienced a teenage life, but then things go awry, just the way they always do, and I’m left hampered with a huge wave of disappointment and dangerously low self-esteem. But I adapt and pick up my shreds and continue loving you secretly.
One day I will stop being a hopeless romantic, a lovesick crackhead and get a grip on my worthless life.
michelle teoh 