That Night everyday replay

I want to talk to you all day long.
But the emotions reflected on your face while listening to my stories are the pictures which I do not want to see.

You frown to the stories you once laughed at.
You're irritated to the stories you once was interested at.

How can I bear those?
You're feelings just slipped out of your system in an instant.

How about me? More than two months were done and I am still shedding tears because of you.

It hurts me as much as you did that night.