A warmth hug Part II

 I still remember the last summer, sitting alone at night at the beach..crying. 

Walking down the street and passing by people make me feels like a stranger to myself. Was feeling like drowning. I’ve let myself been lied, cheated and betrayed. The man I trust the most, broke my heart . Nobody was there to hug me, to hold my hands or to rub my back and tell me that I deserve better . 

Sometimes now when I have someone to hold my hands, whisper to my ears that I’m gonna fine, I should set my heart free, I feel so grateful . Until I don’t wanna let go of their hands .. but I realized that they’re not mine …and maybe oneday, they will forget me.. because I am no one. Not even special to remember .. I’m just a very pathetic kind of girl with a broken soul . 

A girl who loves to drink coffees to forget her sad stories..