Someone Like You

I don't have any idea to whom I should tell this anymore. When I laid my back on my bed overlooking the sky from my window, I was literally dissolved in our stories. Stories I couldn't tell, stories I couldn't find the way how to start. Stories are made up, mine are real.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you.
Sometimes it lasts in love, sometimes it hurts instead.

ZA

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aida said…
u know i've been reading yr blog for sometime now.and i love yr writing.and for u to like adele,u must have been hurt so bad.hugs.
19:24
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Thanks Aida. It is heartbreaking to see Adele on the stage singing this song. She looks away at the end, not to show that she is devastated too.

Thanks a lot Aida. Say hello to Mia :)
22:52
aida said…
za:will do.we sll have heartbreaks in our lives.and when i think about someone i miss i would hold a pack of tissue and smell it.sometimes the smell will bring me back to 1994.adele's songs speak to my heart.
10:21
Zubaidah Arshad said…
i really want to miss somebody, but i just don't know who.
14:04
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