I took a deep breath as I swallowed these thoughts in my head, leaving me blank on a cold sunday morning. Watching the raindrops as they bump onto my bedroom window. Plotting points on my mind, carefully trying to compute for their slope. Hardly burrying my recent thoughts, preparing myself for a nearby exam, and smiled. "I just hope you're happy now, smiling above the clouds, even when you left me disappointed, only leaving me with a (LAST) kiss on the forehead. Yet, I promise to treasure this (thing that we have, this thing you always labeled as "friendship") like how every mathematician kept their discoveries, like how scientists valued their experiments, like how history made sure everyone will remember the past. I will always love you as far as the numberline can go."
Even when at the end of every day, I end up staring at the ceiling, wondering... Because friends don't untertwine their fingers when holding hands, because friends sometimes forget tell each other goodnight, because friends don't fight about meals, because friends don't go out on a date. Even if it's raining. Hard. Just to celebrate valentines' day. But... I could still be wrong. Maybe gravity just doesn't work on me. Because everytime our fingers intertwine, I feel my heart fluttering, overwhelming with joy, like floating in the air. Maybe you weren't the star I saw that starry night. Maybe that was me. Maybe that wasn't a star. It was a meteor. Racing its speed, going faster and faster as it enters the our world's atmosphere. Like how I felt falling deeper and deeper in love with you. And I couldn't help but just close my eyes and prepare myself for a crash landing because gravity pulled me 9.8m/s^2 stronger each second. And that's when I realized...
I need to accept the fact that not all endings are never destined to be happy. Because that's why its called the end, simply because it does, and it is. Because something beautiful-- no, something gorgeous--, something magical, something "crazy," is always featured as fragile, easy to break. Like every break up, every season, every day, every second... It easily ends.
