The Fourth
We
meet clumsy and guilty each other. Because I am wrong and you are
always right. You don't want anymore to be I touched. Whereas all
parts of my body remember exactly how hold in your hand, hug you,
make the same step and then on the last meeting of that tiring day
kiss your lips hardly. I know You hate that, but hi, I am not expert
for kissing. Perhaps I am not expert for expressing the feeling. But
you and I know that we are together no more. We are not pair of
sweetheart anymore, and all of memories and our habit which we did
are just one drop of memories that are ordinary.
You
are still beautiful like the first time we met. Beautiful, bewitch,
breathtaking and make me always weak. Hair and body smell nice and
gaze of your eyes can see the lying. You know I always lie, and not
loyal, but you accept it as the condition makes you say “I might as
well”. But of course, coral reef has a crack itself and each
mountain has blowup itself. Maybe those are not important now, are
not more important than we feel happy. You are happy with all you
have. That is better than regrets you have done.
The
short distance of wisdom is forgiving people that are traitorous,
meanwhile the close family of matury is smile to face everything. You
are all that name after. Maybe that is finished today. After that,
just there is distance which is touching and tiring.
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