G A L A U

... that's the exact word of what I'm feeling right now.
I guess my feet still haven't touch the ground after a week of holiday in KL & BKK.

I hate seeing myself in tears.
I hate drowning my face between pillows.
I hate waking up every day and feel miserably missing you.
I hate fighting my heart for the thing I should or should not fall for.
But I just can't afford to hate you...

Is loving you a gift or a curse?