I’ve got this urge to write you right now.
How long has it been? Six, five months? I’ve lost the track, but that’s not important, is it? We don’t talk anymore.
There’s not a second without thinking of you. I miss you..
Although I try so damn hard not to write you, I still do.. maybe I can’t press the “send” in all the social media and maybe I can’t post you my shaky handwritten letter, but I’m still writing you, while you are in no concern of it. Perhaps, that’s good. Perhaps, not. Perhaps..
I don’t wonder whether you think of me anymore. I know you have another life and you are happy in it. At least, I assume so. No, it can’t be other way.
I won’t ask what happened to our team, to our dreams, to our love, to our future children, to us. We both know the answer, or maybe not.
Sometimes, okay I admit it, every time I see a girl whose appearance is so similar to you my heart stops, I feel my eyes getting wide, my heart pumping faster, the goosebumps forming and you possessing my body. I stare, stare and observe shocked. I run after this person, your reflection, preventing you from leaving, until I realize it’s not the real you. You can’t be here. I reach out my hand to get a glimpse of you, some particles I wanna locked in.
Dillusions. I’m living in delusions. How can this happen?
Do you ever see anyone resembling me? What do you do?
Do you write to me and delete the message without sending it?
Does my ghost pays a visit in your life?
I’m still treasuring your letters. They’re so cute, I love them. I’ve got the m&m empty package, just how can you open it like that?
I haven’t forgotten your voice yet. How can I?!
Every night, before going to sleep you appear beside me, embracing me with your purest love.
How can Kiba find paradise when Cheza is gone?
I simply miss you…