Dulo, gitna, simula

Day 3645

Now that we're sitting together, I always suspected you. It was funny just to think about it, but then again, I didn't know your name. We were simply strangers, and you didn't know of me.

Sometimes, I wish I could control reality, but I hope someone guided me along the way when it comes to you, your little skirt and your bracelets, the smile you wore when you were alone, how cheerful you are when you're with nature. But now, as we sit together, when you don't know of my existence, and in a little bubble, I want you to know of my existence, at least for this time being only. I used to hope so badly when I see you, when will I actually have the courage to talk and ask for your contact? When all this years I try to forget about you, time and time again I remember you. It was ironic, honestly, sometimes I scoff because I'm still imagining how you would respond, how you'll act towards me. You're not perfect, at least in others. But to me your essence as is can make you the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, your cheerfulness makes me smile and hope that this world won't lose you.

              time and time again, I ask myself if I owe   you an apology

Spring doesn't exist in our country, only the rain and the sun circles our climate, but it's fantastic, considering the expense of buying and spending clothes just for it to be worn out as the next season comes. Do you still cry about your failed friendships? Do you still doubt yourself? Do you still... do you still hope? I can't stretch this enough, I just want to sit with you and see the rain fall through.

You know, I found it weird, despite the rain you're still smiling and glowing, unlike the others, they're all sullen, yet you're in this blue light, happy and warm. Seeing you sway your feet makes me giddy, and I ought to look for the best too, but you make everything about the goodness of it. It's such an admirable thing, for the years I've spent with you, you haven't change your mannerisms, you still smile.