too much of making me feel that there's no one to hold my hand

it wasn't a breezy Anawangin-shore morning. but, yes, it was cold. raech and i agreed that the sun rose on the other side of the island, hidden behind the mountains in our back draft. nonetheless, it was a fair wake-up off a tent night. the sea seemed to move a bit farther from the shore. and the wind blowing softly creating cute humps of waves kissing the shore passionately as compared from the last night's hard and torrid.

i was staring blankly towards the horizon and still wishing that the sun could have risen there. what got my attention off morndreaming was when raech and seph rose and started to walk away. ok, i pretented that i didn't pay attention. but, boy oh boy, the fact that there's no one to hold my hands came crushing on me.