That day...
Our summer.
It begins
when I start falling for you.
The words I
had rearranged at the back of my mind.
Going through
every detail on how it started.
Thoughts of
how to let you know what I had felt.
Planning on
how to make it a perfect confession.
Every minute
being myself and moments with him,
They become
so essentially beautiful. Still...
Summer is
almost over.
It would have
been great if I just took the courage,
Courage to
walk right up to him and say it.
But I got
scared. And more afraid...
When I heard
that he would be leaving.
Leaving to achieve his dreams...
I refuse to
say anything that could change his mind.
Instead my
coward self encourage him to pursuit it.
He had
always been the one with dreams as wide as the globe.
To roam the
strange city and a set foot in places I only dream to have imagined.
But that is
what I loved so much about him...
That summer
when it ended...
My first
love ended with me biding my goodbyes.
Of course I
have some regrets...
But it’ll
hurt more if I had force my feelings on him,
Him who had
to leave... in order to live his dreams.
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