For so long, our paths always met for we are walking the same road but we never tried to cross each side and met halfway.
Whenever I tried to cross to you, you are there holding something. Whenever you tried too, I am there, but like yours, my hands are tied to something too.
Whenever we tried, there are always risks. Whenever we feel ready, cars are always busily crossing.
We've walked this road for so long hearing each others' heartbeats yet this road is not a smooth and deserted one.
Maybe I'll just walk this distance no more.
It was nice walking with you, but never for you.
Love,
Star
