This morning , when I just end a phone call with him with tears , my mum just came in and sit down on my bed asking me some stuffs . And on that moment , I couldn't control my tears and they just fall from my eyes automatically . My mum asked me why but I refused to answer her .
I'm so not used to what I have right now . What that belongs to me , I want it back . Some say missing is a part of moving on .Oh , really ? I don't really think so . Hmm . I thought that 666 days is coming and we will just past this memorable day together but it turns up to be nothing .
The end . 660 days .