He sang to me. His lips right at my ear. That's the click, the moment that I fell into him. Just some stupid song. In the midst of people rushing around in the convention building, he sang at my ear. I might have been blushing, I couldn't remember. And for him, for him it might be just another song to sing, another chick to woo, and then forgets all about it.
He said it was his own song. He made it, he had recorded it, and about to release it next year. Who knows? He might be the next big thing, or just another alay wannabe. Still, he's my alay. Damn, how did I get this corny? I disgust myself. :(
Yeah well, I miss his voice, and his presence. I can't even remember how it's like. The time we spent was too short, and all I got left just flashes of feeling, images, and voices. And I'm starting to lose them too.
Weird. It's just too weird for me to feel this way.
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