It’s been a year and months…
Just in one year since I met her. We are close to each other. We are used to be.
She’s simple and quiet. She ignored people but me… she tried to hold my hand the time were able to be together. I’ve noticed that. I even kept my hands intertwined to each other. Why? Because… I’m not used to it. I’m a little bit shy. No one holds my hands the way she wanted to.
She didn’t stop there, she even surprise me on the day that I almost forgot. She wanted to be with me even until that night ended. She felt that we both own the day. She gave me smile… smile that made me to smile back.
But one day, I felt to be so alone. I felt that it was me against the world. She wanted me to smile back, I ignored her request. I said that I can’t and I don’t know until when I will be like that.
Without any plan, we ate together. I talked just to hide that I’m not in the mood to celebrate any happiness. We were both frozen to silence. Walking along that road, we both kept our voice. She wanted to be with me even we need to part ways. Actually, I also hated to be apart from her but we need to…
That day was another memory…
She told me… she may not be able to tell me eyes-to-eyes…
She told that when she’s with me…
She thought of the next day,
we can never be together…
