One Day

Dear Years……

I met a boy once in a chapter of my life.

Do not know why I like him so much.

Even he never knew how I felt about him.

Then one day I knew that he had a crush on me.

Nevertheless, neither the two of us speak loud of what we felt.

Therefore, it has just become a monkey love story.

For him…but never for me.

It lingers clearly in my mind.

Until we meet again…..not literally.

But we talked….then we knew each other feelings.

Unfortunately, it is a crime to declare the feelings nowadays.

So we decide to call it private.

Dear weeks……

We already talked for almost a month.

But where will we take this conversation to?

Is it me that try to hold on to something…..

Something that called “past” ?

Should I let it go dear?

Dear days…….

If I can ask for a day

Just one day.

To see him face to face.

I will tell him what I felt.

Just to spend that one day with him….as if there are only us remembering the old days.

When we were young……….along with our young love.

Then when the 24 end…………………………………..

You can slap me back to reality.

Where he still unforgotten…………………

but best just to be remembered.

I’ll promise never to make contact

...because that one day is the end of our conversation.

I’ll start a new chapter……

NO…

I’ll start a new book.

His part is over. Have to be over.

I’ll be longing for that one day though...............

Thank you years…weeks…and days……

For letting me feel the precious feelings through times.