yet every day is happy with you.
You make me smile.
Laughing at each other is what we always do.
We simply don't care what other people think of us.
We simply enjoy the company of each other.
We sing on the bus,
We fly on the street.
You wipe my tears when we watch a movie,
I wipe yours when we eat spicy food.
We simply don't care about what others think of us.
We simply enjoy the company of each other.
I will never forget the day we had Korean hot pot,
nor will I forget the day we watched 2012.
You told me you want to be the person beside me when it really happens.
You want to be next to me.
But you just left me without a word.
You ignored my crying.
You ignored my broken heart.
You ignored the sound of your own heart.
As time went by.
I tried every means to forget you.
Deleting your numbers,
blocking your ID.
I went out with guys randomly,
I ignored you when we met.
I ignored your greet, intentionally.
I ignored your presence at every occasion,
because I can never truly ignore you.
And things go on.
You got the job you want,
you went back to the place you like.
And you start to miss me.
You message me every now and then,
you said you care about me.
You said you wanted to be with me but...
You asked me to forgive you.
You ask me to be with you, till the end of time.
Again.
Honestly I've always been missing this feeling,
and I don't know what to say to you.
We keep on caring about each other again,
like a couple.
We spent hours chatting online,
talking across pacific ocean.
Everything seems to be just like yesterday,
no heartbroken, no tears, no ignorance.
You asked me to marry you,
with no I love you,
with no ring,
with no flower,
you just don't want to be left.
You want to be the person by my side at the end of time.
But we both know we can't make it.
We can never be back.
You don't want to leave your job,
I don't want to leave my dream and my faith.
We struggle, again.
Pretending there's no conflict.
You start to have insomnia,
it happens to every boyfriend of mine.
And finally I say goodby to you.
But you are the only one who makes me cry afterwards.
I miss you every now and then.
I am still not used to living without your messages.
I keep on reviewing photos of us,
and realize that we don't even have a photo with only us.
It seems we have never been together before,
and you are never my boyfriend.
But you are the only one who makes my heart hurts for so long.
Maybe I could never see you again in my life time.
Maybe the last meet we have is me staring at you with disappointment.
Maybe the last meet we have is you looking at me with a forcing smile.
Maybe the last meet we have is with both hearts screaming and crying inside.
Maybe...
May it be you have a happy life afterwards,
with no girl like me bothering you so much,
and stepping over your expensive shoes.
It's been two years and a half,
with 2 months happiness,
and, 180 heart broken days.
It's not 500 days with Summer,
but a gone story with you.
Dear dear oh dear we started it wrong.
