There was once, out of loneliness, I asked for a person to enter my mundane life. To fill up my empty heart, so much so that I could suffocate. I needed a person to make me feel alive and worth living for. Then this person came along, he pumped in all he had in him to me, leaving absolutly no space at all for anything else in my heart.
Now, he've left, but I guess he forgot to drain what he gave to me. My heart is still full of him. Till now, I can no longer breathe for another, I cannot love another. Not even myself. All I think about is him, but yet, he no longer thinks of me.