#204.
Do you remember that day. Just before you had to go. That day we just walked around Melbourne city. Hand in hand. We had a whole day to ourselves, and little to no time was wasted. We talked about everything, in the comfort of each other. We sat on the lawn in front of the state library. My head in your lap. It was summer, as I recall, and everything was just perfect. But I didn't know that. I was stuck between you and him, but now that it's over. I realise I shouldn't have hesitated with you. You loved me. That should have been all that mattered. Sometimes I really just want to scream at myself for not asking you before you left.

That day will always be burnt into my memory. A picture, as crisp as if it had materialized in front of me. My hand in yours, your arm wrapped around me on that warm day. That's just one of the things I'll never have back. One of those times I spent with you.




During my life, I want to spend at least one year in London. Surrounded by British accents, tall, well dressed women and everything else. It just seems so lovely.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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