I didn't blame you. I was the one holding on this feeling. I can't sleep thinking about why you refuse to meet me up. Then it was all end with a dream about me and you. In that dream, I hug you tightly. And talk to you heart to heart. They were always be my favorite dream. I always crave for those kinda dream.
Then after I woke up in the morning, I realised that everything were just my dream.
How my heart wanting to talk to you made me insane. Every boy and shadow I see is you. Please help me, let me see you just once for the last time.
And I wrote this at a coffee shop you used to order me a latte with ices. I wanna know, do you ever think about me?
Oh, but then again I already knew the answer once again, I'm just nobody. I'm just your ex-bestfriend.
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The Unfinished Business
Short StoryA diary about a woman who got too much brokenhearted part of her life, especially from her unfinished loved ones and stories about someone who feel sorry that she was still alive today.
