there is only one audience.

Now I can understand how and what's your life like in the past;
how it's like when you reach home at 11 plus;
how tiring it is when you finally put down your bag and still have to talk with me;
half doing your work, half doing your stuffs.

The more I experience what you called 'a busy life',
the more I understand how amazingly patient you were with me,
when you'd bothered to talk to me even when you're damn tired and need to focus on work,
but you would patiently talk with me till the point when you want to sleep..

The more I understand what fatigue you were feeling then,
the more I felt how wonderfully imperfect that you are.

And the more I thought about it,
I know that, then, I was just a damn kid that keeps saying that I love you but never knowing what love was.




Maybe no one else remembers,
and you probably had forgotten,

but on last year's today,
this is the first time you officially 'ditched' me.

Not that you are now 'with' me now anyway.


Never mind la.

posted by Solomon @ 1:57 PM