Out with woood

Today we went out. He still cares, yes he does. About my arm, my feelings. He hit me a lot, playfully. Love those so much.

I dug his wallet. He allowed me to do so for 30 secs. I did, and the booklet is still there, facing inward, just like how I hid our photo somewhere inside. I swiped his phone, unlocked it at first attempt. My photos are still there. I leaned on him during movies. He put his arm around me as usual. Sometimes he let me hold his hand, but push me away after suddenly realizing he shouldn't. Sometimes I kissed him. Sometimes, he pulled me over and said Deh bao just like he used to. We shared drinks, meals, desserts, and my water.

Sometimes I felt he never left. He physically left me, but then, he still loves me. He's still hoping for a plot twist that would turn us back together.

He still loves me. He's too nice to me, thst he only could pretend that he gave up, in the screen. But he hasn't. The keychain remains hanging by his steering. The booklet remains in his wallet. Our photos remain in his phone.

We, are going to communicate well.
We, are going to be one.
This is the last hope.

We will be peaceful together, without fights.
I love cjw forever, never apart til death do us apart. Nothing's ever gonna change that.

People like him, never leave even after leaving.
I have one reason to take good care of myself, and that is you. You gave me a reason to fight.
For you. And for now, it's still you.