I still remember all those things about you. Your eyes, your lips, your hair, the smile on your pretty face, were so close.
I could see it again, the day you came – giving
two sheet letter of your heart. I was study in the mosque terrace, read quite
thick book as a preparation of the examination for tomorrow. It was daylight, made so much surely step to
me with the paper folds in your hand. You
gave it to me and I take it. You still there – sitting on second stair not far
from me without any words to say but watched me through your sharp eyes. Of course we didn’t make some nice conversation
because I never show you friendly respect that I should give, but you make it
ok and smile to me once again. Felt it so silly at the time.
I read your heart that written on the sheets in my dorm, and
thought it was wrong. We couldn’t make like you dream, I folded them – whispering
apologize then I wrote you something that you don’t expect.
You
came to me, once, twice and three times asking my heart but I stand on my own, sorry
can’t take in you by my side. Just like
the fighter, you never give up to me, someday you come up, again, and I finally
fall on your seriousness.
I still remember all those things about you. Your eyes, your lips, your hair, the smile on your pretty face, were so close.
Suddenly, I made another decision, I begin you to break the
sweetness, and of course you refuse it. But in my mind, love is shouldn’t like
this, with all doubt, like happened to us or may be just happened to me. I still didn’t believe
that I am the only one in your head. I thought you still don’t forget that it
just only a week after you write a special romantic letter to my best friend,
then you get her reply. She refused you, it was written clearly on the paper
that you read.
May be you never know she just laugh when she show me your
romantic words, “Oh wow, this such a pretty sentence, is that mean he loved me?
how come he get that feeling to me? No, I can’t, he’s not the one I want” she
said.
It just
about a week after she broke your feeling, then you also write to me a letter
of your heart, even it not as romantic as you write to her, it not the reason
why I doubt, but it because you only need a little time to salve your pain to
falling love again, with me. I didn’t deny that I was though I am only the
escapee of you.
At daylight, sitting in front of me – your sharp eyes looked
deeply into my eyes trying to show me that you not lie. You may be sent two letters to another
different heart to ask but you’ve been decided the one you really want to. Is that
right? But why I still can’t be separate with my doubt. If she didn’t refuse
you at the time, is it possible to turn your heart to me? Am I possibly having
the chance to be loved like this?
You turned around once again but you can’t catch the thing you want as before. You fight for yourself once again but I am too proud with my own opinion that I am only the escapee.
I still remember all those things about you. Your eyes, your lips, your hair, the smile on your pretty face, were so close.
I asked you to leave for a while and if you really can’t
leave, you might come again may be at the time I will completely believe that I
am the only one you need. You agreed with that and promise me will be back to
years later. You gave me very long time chance to think that your love is true
and its only belongs to me.
Would you .... ???
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