I woke up with a phone call that day. It was you.
You asked about my house, do you still live there?
Of course, I said, why? You want to send me an invitation to your wedding? I said, half joking.
Yes, you answered.
Oh, wow! Congrats. I did feel happy. I swear. Of course, I didn’t say it out loud.
Thanks, then see you around 4. End of the call.
And I could hear those songs and smell that scent once again.
Back to the year where this unrequited love has begun. The day where I tried to reach you but you chose to turn your back. The day when your back was more familiar to my eyes. To the days where I search that back amongst the crowd but useless.
Isn’t it cruel to left someone hanging after saying “It’s not that I didn’t like you” but you never gave them a clarity whether they should wait or go? But you did it anyway.
And after those stories of your love life, after I told myself over and over again to give up on you, you finally reach the last destination.
You did come and gave me the invitation. I came to your wedding with my han’nya mask wore beautifully to hide those regrets.
Congratulations. Really, I mean it. Though I hate that your wedding day was a week away from my birthday, though I still remember that our birthdate is the same and decided to cut my hair as a symbol of a broken heart. But, it’s not bothering me anymore.
I knew that our story already ended a long time ago. So, let me remember those nostalgic memories on your birthday.
Happy Birthday to you and our withered love.
I hope karma does you right, sweetheart.
You asked about my house, do you still live there?
Of course, I said, why? You want to send me an invitation to your wedding? I said, half joking.
Yes, you answered.
Oh, wow! Congrats. I did feel happy. I swear. Of course, I didn’t say it out loud.
Thanks, then see you around 4. End of the call.
And I could hear those songs and smell that scent once again.
Back to the year where this unrequited love has begun. The day where I tried to reach you but you chose to turn your back. The day when your back was more familiar to my eyes. To the days where I search that back amongst the crowd but useless.
Isn’t it cruel to left someone hanging after saying “It’s not that I didn’t like you” but you never gave them a clarity whether they should wait or go? But you did it anyway.
And after those stories of your love life, after I told myself over and over again to give up on you, you finally reach the last destination.
You did come and gave me the invitation. I came to your wedding with my han’nya mask wore beautifully to hide those regrets.
Congratulations. Really, I mean it. Though I hate that your wedding day was a week away from my birthday, though I still remember that our birthdate is the same and decided to cut my hair as a symbol of a broken heart. But, it’s not bothering me anymore.
I knew that our story already ended a long time ago. So, let me remember those nostalgic memories on your birthday.
Happy Birthday to you and our withered love.
I hope karma does you right, sweetheart.
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