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if i could choose,
i dont want to know you;
because
all i do was
busy admiring you

if i could choose,
i dont want to love you;
because
all i do was
thinking of you

if i could choose,
i dont want to miss you;
because
it hurts me;
when i can't do anything
to relieve this pain
to seeing your face
even
holding your hands
touch your cheek
hug your body
i can't do that
all

It hurts me more;
when actually
i just could
seeing you
from a far
far far away
when all they do
was seeing your face
near,
directly.

why they could easily seeing your face for a several times; while all i can do was seeing your face from my phone?

why they could easily watching you while i'm just quietly sitting in my room?

why they could easily talk to you
while i'm just jealously crying alone here?

why they could easily meet you while i'm hardly meet you?

why?

Sometimes,
I think
My feelings for you;
Is that much.
Too much;
Even myself
Can't handle it

But,
I never blame myself
I never blame my feelings
I never blame my heart
For loving you;
Because
I never regret
To know you
To admire you
To love you
In my life

Instead,
I want to thank god;
Who let me
loving you
even
you may
never know me.

I feel like
I'm a lucky person;
I'm so grateful
I'm so happy
To have you
Even it is just
in my heart;
not
in my life.

Because;
You are way
Too precious
Too important
Too beautiful
For me.
You are perfect;
For me.

But
I don't want to blame myself
blame this situation;
For not letting me
To meet you
To see your face
Directly
Again.

Because,
It's not my fault
nor this situation;
It's not that i didn't have
the chances
to meet you

But,
It's just about time;
the right time.
this time may
not let me yet
to meet you.

But i believe,
Someday
I will meet you
Seeing your face
Holding your hands
Touch your cheek
Hug your body
Yes.
It's just about time;
The right time.

It's just about time;The right time

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