Some people turned around, left but someday you still reunite.
Some people turned around and became a passer-by of your life.
To meet is a kind of fate.
To leave is a kind of fate as well.

Other than letting go, what you can only do is still let go.

The Time-Keeper

Meet, Is when two tortuous timeline collides together.
And then made up me and you.
And that is when the time-keeper starts managing our love.

Love is a slow soul.
In this journey, there are lots of setbacks.
We aim to reach happiness.
But in the end, some are happy, some stop loving.

Loneliness is a kind of knowledge
How many times of heartbreak are needed to fulfill our will?
Then we think that our time-keepers are cruel and unfair.

"Dear time-keeper,
We won't give up, we will keep on striving.
But please, let me know the time or a date;
When me and my love are parallel and collide."

June 0406

It has been 6 years.
Maybe today you've already forgotten;
And I'm the only one still missing those days.
How ironic.

 I revisit the old places we used to go;
 I didn't know my heart still weeps, and tears drop.
I often think, are you holding her to sleep?
Or are you missing the old days like I do?
What if, we're still holding hands?
However, I have no right to complain anymore.
I made no courage to talk about the old times;
To tell you that I'm sorry.

 We were so young and unwise.
We thought that love was easy.
When I look back, we were boy and girl.
Now, we've both grown up.
Still, I'm always afraid to talk to you;
Though we've never talked for 3 years.
I wouldn't want to talk about living with you;
Because I know I'd live better if we're together.
And I'm regret over our childish dispute.

 It's June 2012. And I'm still missing you.

A Hundred Years of Solitude

Maybe it's because of me,
you pursuit the freedom of loneliness.

Sorrow is true; Tear is fake;
 There isn't any cause of consequence;

After a hundred years, both of us won't exist.

Sorrow is fictional

Wound is scarring.
Petals covered the cemetery of my heart.
Our story will ultimately be cremated.

We no longer linger.
It is worthless to waste the rest of our limited lives on this sad romance.
Although it is distressing to have each other only return the care with a friend's identity.

There ain't any perfect love;
As we are human beings, with flesh and blood;
We're not from fairy tales nor soup opera.
No matter how hard we show our love,
It isn't necessarily that we get another person in full possession
If you want to learn how maintain a good relationship;
You must first understand what is it like to lose a relationship.

We have walked through sweet times;
Thus, there shouldn't be any tears now.
As the best picture has been captured in our hearts.

Sorrow couldn't be identify by test tube;
Sorrow isn't a real thing - not a chemical analogy real substance derived from a test tube.
So why not take sorrow as fictional?

Put down the burden of memories,
Cherish the present one.