Sabtu, 25 Februari 2017

The Morning After I Posted This I Won't Even Remember The Night Where I Wrote This

Hey, how are you doing? You know it still hurts remembering you and I are barely talking to each other. We've never been so close before but at least we had some good conversation back then. Remember that one time we had a music assignment and you asked me, "well, can't we ask the teacher? I'd love to play the keyboard with you, I'd help you." God, how I miss it so much.

Or when you randomly messaged me to let me know that you were outside my house? It meant nothing to you but trust me, it still means something to me. I am that weak.

And do you even remember that you'd like to visit me when I was in the hospital? Where were you? When the others were visiting me, where were you? But you know what? Hearing that you said that, I blushed and I couldn't even stop thinking about it.

They say high school love story is the sweetest of them all. I say, in what way? Mine is tragic as hell.

- 11:37 p.m