Missing

Sunday morning. There's no something new. There's no climate change. Like its name, Sunday. It means to me as Sunny Day. A day for people to take a rest for awhile in the middle of hectic weeks, a day for people to enjoy playing little games with friends or family at park, a day for people to exercise in the morning because they couldn't do that kind of things on weekdays. But here's to me, sunday is just like the other days. Cold in the morning, busy in the afternoon, quiet in the middle of night. It feels like there's something missing. Something peaceful. Something priceless. Something that always waits for me though that thing's often angry. But, i couldn't hold it anymore because i paid a little attention to her. She gets me but i don't. It feels wrong when she's not here cheering to me to get up every single days when i was gone down. People said there are other fish in the sea. But f*ck it up, she is my sea. At least until now, at least until the day i could totally forget. But i don't know when. I've ever been in this situation. It took too much time to forget. The pain you feel every single second can't be compared to your toothache. I need to release those feelings away. But, it's not that easy. Besides, it looks wrong to others. I can't decide which way is the best to be followed up. I don't know. I'm confused to death. I still need her, but i don't know she still needs me or not. The one i knew well about is missing