I used to write about you.
I hide everything behind words.
Just like what they say, love an artist because you will never die…and I precisely agree. Because every piece we made for someone special will never wither or die. They will forever ponder through the work of arts we have made.
But sometimes I wonder. How can I lock this heart so I won’t get hurt?
Have you ever tried sitting on bench just observing folks around you? (She sits on a bench). I’ve been a keen observer of people for years. I just love perceiving different behavior from different people and I believe that is one of my talents. I even take pictures of random people I see.
Then there’s this guy who captured my eyes. (A full shot of a guy walking around the park). He was wearing a plain black shirt, a denim jeans and a pair of black shoes. He’s tall, white and handsome. It was kinda cute seeing him with an eye glasses, everything was in slow motion as he was approaching my direction.
I’d never thought destiny would make a way to help us get closer to each other. I was indeed very happy to see him smile in a close up shot. (She was imagining her first meet up with him with a wide smile). I thought I wouldn’t reach him from a far. Fortunately, destiny has been so nice to me.
It was one of the most flabbergasting moments I will never forget. How we started our conversation, how we first hung out, how we enjoyed each other’s company. Those were the moments I treasured. Those were the moments that made me feel special. Those were the moments that made me shudder in delight.
I was happy. We were happy together. Until I started to wonder…
What’s the real score between us? He never even dared to ask me about it. He never even dared to bring up that topic. I was also afraid to ask him first, because I still have pride in me. That’s what made me feel so confused.
I didn’t want to attach myself to him without any assurance. I didn’t want to expect much. But I just did…every time I see him, every time we hang out, everything about him made me fall for him even more.
I wonder if he felt that way too… or if it was just another one-sided feeling?
And now what? He left me. After all those happy moments together, he now has the guts to say… He’s busy with his life?
Okay I understood.
But I was still there patiently waiting for him until he cut our communications.
But…no. He just… doesn’t feel like being in a relationship. He just…doesn’t feel like being committed. He…just doesn’t like labels.
You were never mine and I was never yours. Everything about us…just vanished into thin air.