Strange

1.You

    You're in full white, your light brown hair looks perfect. As always. Perfect Pakorn you are.

   Your left hand on another's waist. I envy, how you smile when people come and greet. You never smiled like that when I was there next to you. She must be extra special isn't she. But she's beautiful to be honest, she has light brown hair just like you, hazel eyes as beautiful as yours, the white dress that matches your suit nicely. I couldn't denied that I wouldn't look as good as her if I stood beside you.

    You spotted me when I was staring at you, you raised your champagne glass at me and nodded. I know you only do that at strangers. Guess that's the only thing that could describe our relationship. I just nodded back, sipping on my wine.

    Do you know? My eyes never leaved you, not even once. I miss you Tul, I miss us. Our last conversation wasn't pretty but I wish we could speak again. At least to let me explain my wrongs.

    You have changed.

    A lot.

    You looked even more perfect, mature. You were cold when I tried to speak to you again. You didn't even care to look at me. Ah. I remembered the day we officially met . At the bar, you were so shocked that you rushed out. Your eyes were red, you kept on running even when I shouted you to stop.

  Ya know? When we chased you look like the old Tul Pakorn once more. The one I knew. The one that is sweet and caring, the one that is mine.

   Yet who am I to judge. I was the one who make you like this. If i wasn't selfish and scared. The one beside you could have been me.

    The show started not long after, that stupid smile came back again.  You look beautiful.

    You kissed her on the cheeks, announced your wedding with her. My heart ached so badly, it felt like my heart was shredded into pieces. Is this how you felt when you got my wedding invitation? I'm very sorry. you wouldn't accept my apology right? I deserved it. I totally do.

   The show continued, the next is Mook's turn. I heard her practice that day, the song fits both of us perfectly for some reason. It's called "str weange." Just like how both of us are.

   We both were just a meter away yet you seem to be so far. I didn't know where did she go but I guess it's a good thing, so that I could have some time alone with you.
  
    I see you had a refill for your drink, champagne as always.

    "I am still me you are still you, in the same place."

    "Isn't it strange? How people can change."

    "From strangers to friends, friends into lovers and stranger again." The song continues, you sang along with a smile, but each and every word hurts me like hell.

     "You look at me, I look at you"

     "With nothing to say,Isn't it strange?"

    Such a nice timing, You seem to notice my stare again. You faced me, raised your glass like earlier. Is it how it is now? I didn't nod back or offered a smile this time, just looked into your eyes.
  
      You stopped smiling and turned away from me, almost in annoyance.

       She came back, giving you her left hand. You kissed her knuckles. I could see the silver ring on her finger and yours too. They were nice. Your lips moved, seem to be saying something to her. She couldn't heard you so she bent down to let you whisper into her ear.

    "Then the silence steals over to my bedside
And it whispers who I am"

    You stood up with her, adjusted your white suit.

    "Isn't it strange?How people can change"

    You walked away with her in your arms. Such a nice timing I should say again. Your every moved suited the song lyrics, as if we were in a music video.

   "From strangers to friends, Friends into lovers, And strangers again"