Why I fell in love with you?
I don’t know exactly why but I remember the things.
I remember our first time met each other. We had dinner together at famous fast food restaurant. Our awkward conversation. But then you started to teased me.
I remember I didn’t look you as a man at first. You were just my friend’s best friend.
I remember our second time met each other. I called you then you startled. You gave me an awkward smile.
I remember when I cried because of I broke up with my (ex) boyfriend, then you just been there. Sat quietly beside me and listened that long story.
I remember you always took care of me. You used to be always make sure I got home safely.
I remember we went to your favorite singer’s mini concert. I never seen you as happy as that day. When you became a fanboy.
I remember we spent 11 hours together, did random things, had movies marathon and at the end of day you drove me home.
I remember first postcard that sent by you.
I remember that night you asked me, “do you want to be with me? I don’t think I deserve your loves. Why you want to be with me?”
I remember after that, we didn’t catch each other for months.
I remember you still gave me an awkward smile when we met again.
You’re still did the same: always took care of me.
You’re still did a random jokes while I were stressed.
You’re still…here, there, everywhere I need.
How could you do this to me?
How could?
How dare!
I don’t know exactly why but I remember the things.
I remember our first time met each other. We had dinner together at famous fast food restaurant. Our awkward conversation. But then you started to teased me.
I remember I didn’t look you as a man at first. You were just my friend’s best friend.
I remember our second time met each other. I called you then you startled. You gave me an awkward smile.
I remember when I cried because of I broke up with my (ex) boyfriend, then you just been there. Sat quietly beside me and listened that long story.
I remember you always took care of me. You used to be always make sure I got home safely.
I remember we went to your favorite singer’s mini concert. I never seen you as happy as that day. When you became a fanboy.
I remember we spent 11 hours together, did random things, had movies marathon and at the end of day you drove me home.
I remember first postcard that sent by you.
I remember that night you asked me, “do you want to be with me? I don’t think I deserve your loves. Why you want to be with me?”
I remember after that, we didn’t catch each other for months.
I remember you still gave me an awkward smile when we met again.
You’re still did the same: always took care of me.
You’re still did a random jokes while I were stressed.
You’re still…here, there, everywhere I need.
How could you do this to me?
How could?
How dare!
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