paper rings.

38 - k's.

dear you,

im ending my life.

funny how i kept on writing notes and make paper rings, even though i knew none of this will bring you back.

will bring us back.

i have a confession.

i swear, baby.

back in the playground, those glances i gave were for you.

back in the kindergarten, i purposely lost  my water colour so i can share them with you.

those ridiculous excuses i made to hold your hand when we're darjah empat, its for you.

when you came out to me about your brother,
my heart sank.

i wanted to hug you.

but i can't.

we, can't.

these paper rings, if only you're here so that you can see how pretty they are.

each day spent with you, was a miracle— i took it for granted because i was not brave enough to express my feelings for you.

such a pathetic, corward, karl.

i love you so much, it hurts.

if only you could see, if only you could look at me, not as a boy who sent the notes to you because he was a freaking piece of an unworthy person,

but as a boy who was hopelessly in love with you.

i loved— i love you.

yesterday, today, tommorow,

forever.

apparently, there's no tommorow for me anymore.

im going to see you.

i'll bring our paper rings, and proposed you there.

i'll be there, promise me something.

you'll wait for me.

im coming, baby.

xoxo,
karl.