Mr. Second Best

Mr. Second Best - Her Teardrops

"Perhaps I am 30 minutes earlier". I assure myself as there was no sight of the girl who called me up last night. To elude boredom, I sat on one of the wooden benches of the city's park and grasped the fret for G. With the strumming of the strings, I begin to sing the chorus of Teardrops on my Guitar. And to make the song sound appropriate for me, I changed every pronoun he to she.

View the video in the right side to listen him singing---------->>>>

"She's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing who keeps me wishing on the wishing star

She's the song in the car

I'll keep on singing, don't why I do."

I couldn't explain why suddenly stopped. I felt somebody was behind me so I turned my back and I saw a familiar face of a girl, "Hey! Aya. Look, I already have my own guitar. Isn't it nice? By the way what shall we talk about?" Without a word of mouth, she hurriedly sit beside me and lean on my right shoulder, weeping. "He said y-yesterday that w-we can't be t-to-together." After saying this she only sobbed more intensely. Though i could not understand every word she uttered, I'm so sure that she's talking about heartbreak.

There was no way for me to make her feel much better, no words to speak or no advice to share. All I can do was to wrap my arms around her, and the feeling was ethereal for thew girl I love has never been so near to me like this. I love her more than she thought of. I love her more than a friend. Honestly speaking, part of me became ecstatic to hear from her that she severed with her boyfriend. But still guilt put away my happiness.