Dear you,

Today, while going to work, I was sitting in a pool of strangers in the train station. I tried looking at every eyes I can lay my eyes on. And I do not see nor feel anything. Mainly because we are all nothing to each other. Mainly because, I am not looking at your eyes. Mainly because I miss looking at your eyes, your eyes that is filled with love when looking at me. Filled with so much love but is anchored to the sea of holding back.

This train ride, it made me happy, sad, and tired. And I wish you knew how you are making me feel right now.




About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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