Sometimes, at my lowest state of moments in life, I really wish that I have his number; so I could just dial the 8 digits away and rant till im out of breathe. Because he knows exactly just how to make feel better again.

When I talked, he listened. He doesn't have to look at my eyes when i speak, but he listened. He listened intently to every word that i said. He doesn't smile or laugh or distracted with other things. He just sat and stare into a blank space, stopped everything that he do. That's why I know he listened.

And when Im done talking, he will look at me and its my turn to listen while he talk. He gave advises, changing my sorrows to calmness in seconds. Then, he will give me the tightest hug and he would tell me that everything will be okay because he will always be with me. And yes, it did makes me feel all okay again.

He doesn't laugh at my sadness but he worries. And until i felt better, then he gave me his oh-so-cute smile.

I guess talking to him makes my life easier in some way or another. He knows exactly the way to communicate with me. And probably that's one the things i missed about him. Having someone to talk to. Listening to advise. And the hug. Yes, the hug meant so much to me.

I need that a lot. I need advises, i need a hug, most of all i need a listening ear. I don't need a happy pill that can make me laugh and forget the sadness. I don't need presents or stuffs to get a smile on my face. I just needed someone. And he was there, 24/7, unlike any others.

But its been awhile. I've gotten used to keeping things to myself. I have friends to share with, people who understands, but it just wasn't the same sharing with a special someone. And yes, it's not the same sharing with him.

♥ Tuesday, January 10, 2012