1..3...5....... 7 years had passed but I still can't remove that face off my head.
He used to carry me at nights when I fall asleep at his shoulders.
He used to laugh hard at me when I do something hilarious.
He used to understand me.
He used to kiss me under the moon, sun, rain, snow and clouds.
He used to make me the best coffee in the world.
He used to flash me that smile every time he sees me.
He used to tell me he love me.
He used to loved me.
"I'm breaking up with you. I'm sorry. Goodbye." was the last words I heard from him.
I just can't believe it back then. I thought he said he love me. We used to exchange our "Forever". We used to feel the same connections. Same electricity.
So that's the reason why.
Why he had been cold with me.
Why he was no longer making calls every night.
Why he can't look at me in the eyes.
Why we rarely intertwin our fingers together. If ever given the chance, he would immediately remove it.
Why I woke up at the sofa everytime I sleep at his shoulder.
Why he just ends the call everytime I say I love you.
Why he wasn't returning our "Forever".
It has been a lot of years we experienced and with those years, I learned that I just wasted 2 years of my life trying to reach for him and 4 years to try moving on.
It was barely a year when I finally gave up. When I finally stitched my heart back up.
I wonder how it's still pumping.
Then here he is with the face I won't ever forget.
And with the woman my cousin cried for.
