Irony

Of.. when I start to lose you, I start to crave for more. When I thought you’ll eventually be left out of my thoughts, that’s when I start to realize you have your colors painted among my sceneries everyday. And when I thought I would someday get used to this emptiness you named yours, I have began falling deeper. It brings me back to our first meeting ㅡ to that time I have loved you the most, that time I thought I could never love you more. I was wrong.