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i still don't know how to approach him.

i'm still scared.

maybe he still mad at me.

i can't blame him though.

i became a very different person.

i become a scary person myself.

i feel my heart will come out of it's cage anytime.

i'm now infront of their house. i rang the doorbell once.

i was welcomed by his wrinkled forehead.

i'm just looking at the ground. i don't want to see his disapponted face in me.

"i'm sorry. i'm really really sorry. i don't know if you'll believe in me. but i mean it. promise i will not pester her and you anymore. i will now let you be happy."

i felt a teardrop escape from my eyes.

I don't know what to say anymore.

so i bow once again and said my sorry for I don't remember how many times already.

and even before my sobs becomes louder, i ran faster towards my house.

i locked myself in my room and let myself cry all night.

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