Happy Birthday to A Long Lost You

I was recalling your first birthday with me when I was 15;
When life is simple, no fancy dresses nor beautiful cars;
We were not controlled by sinful money.
Our love was passionate and romantic.
I was blindly in love with you.
I gifted you my most precious as your birthday gift.
And there was this promise that you would be my forever partner.

When we were together,
I had this smile that no one would ever seen.
Because it's just you that would make me smile this way.

We were happy over simple things;
We laughed when we sat together in class;
We giggled when we had lunch together;
We were happy even we traveled by bus and walked;
We were flattered when we ate our self-cooked meals;
We had silly thoughts of our future.

And now, we're not talking to each other at all.
I wonder where you are. I miss you.
If I could ever met you again,
I would say "Thank You".
Not merely a thank you I'd always say.
But thank you for being a lesson of my life.

One could fall in love many times during the course of a lifetime,
But the first rush of love always holds a special place in our hearts.

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.