Sweet disposition

I thought of life before you, life with you, life after you. When I thought of the first, images of wild nights of notoriety came to mind.When I thought of the second, images of us came to mind. Our first meeting, our first date, our first quarrel, our first make-up, and all else bitter and sweet subsequently. When I thought of the last, I could only try. Because I couldn't imagine life without you. I wondered if I could revert to life before you, but I don't think I ever can. I imagined all that mindless boozing and clubbing all over again but I believe in my drunkenness, I'd start scanning the club for you and spin around random guys with similar back view as you. If I were lucky to find you, I'd cling to you all night. If I weren't, I'd probably buy myself more drinks to the point of seeing hallucinations of you, then in my drunkenness I'd drunk text you because even if I get myself knocked out from over-drinking to the point of not being able to remember the night's events, I'd still remember your number as clear as day. Then, I might just find my drunken way to your doorstep because I'd still remember the address of my second home the same, just like your number.

So I guess there really is just no such thing as "life after you". Because without you, I'll just be one hell of a lifeless mess.

P/S Adam Levine's Lost Stars + Emotional thoughts + Putting them into words = Full-blown tears