I saw her soon as the train stopped. Saw her standing behind that yellow line, waiting for the next ride. Simple, plain girl. With that blank expression on her face.
I didn't even know if she even noitced that I just walked past through her. Her eyes were just set on the train. Waiting. Patiently waiting for all passengers to get off so she can get on.
Cool, clean, sweet. Something pure. Something like how a very bright ray of sun must've smell like during a summer's day. I know, I'll be forever haunted with her scent.
And her hair is brown.
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How does he do it? How can a person like that use a public transportation like this? Don't the stares of other people make him conscious? I better stay away from him.
But I think I kinda like him. With his hair all messed-up like that. He's a big rockstar afterall.
Here's the train. I got to get on.
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The first time I saw her, she's at the studio, interviewing an executive about the records, instruments, trends... anything about music. Says she's writing a paper.
Sometimes I miss school. But I can never go there. Not the way I'm now. It's never going to be the same as for everyone else. And I'd like to be just like everyone else. Too late.
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I went to the studio to see him. Told the people I was writing a paper. Got to talk to some people and ask questions I don't really care about. 30 minutes into this place and no signs of him. My heart starts sinking. Will I ever get to see him?
Please, just a glance.
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That was one hell of a night. All the wrong things that could happen actually happened. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't. But what am I going to do? I walked out. Didn't bother to look back. Heard the manager call my name. My mates are shouting. I should go back. But I didn't.
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These sessions are taking longer and longer as time goes by. I don't want to be on the streets so late. I should hurry. But wait, isn't that...?
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It was heaven. One long drag and I was in heaven. 3 years of staying clear, and this is what it all boils down to. How pathetic. My life's pathetic. I'm so pathetic. When did my dream gets so out of hand?
Wait, isn't that...?
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'How's the paper going?'
'Took you long enough.'
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Another heartbeat.
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'Yeah, three years down the drain.'
'I lied about it.'
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Smiles.
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I want to stay here even for a while.
I want to stay here even for a while.
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That night was a start. The start. It was so perfect. Everything after that night is perfect. Why didn't that perfect night came any sooner?
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But then we started playing tag.
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Maybe this is where we should go.
No, maybe it's good to stay this way.
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Why can't we stay the way we are? Why didn't we stay the way we are?
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I know she always passes this way.
I was kinda small voice back then. But now, crowds overwhelm me. Many claim to know me, but I only got a few who really do. And all of them knew about her. Me and her. We're perfect.
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He knows I always pass this way. I refuse to change my life because something went wrong. Me and him. We're perfect. But not together.
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Now she's getting on the train. I tried calling out to her. But the people, they're starting to surround me. This wave of people will later become a sea. Threatening to swallow me whole.
I called out her name. I know she heard me.
Or maybe not. She wouldn't do anything with me now.
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I got to get to the train. I heard him call my name. I will always hear him. Damn, even in sleep, his voice follows me. He follows me everywhere. Everywhere.
I wish he'd stopped calling my name.
Please stop. Stop.
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10 years.
10 years.
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I changed.
I changed.
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I moved about.
I stayed where I was.
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Sometimes, I try not to think about her.
Sometimes, I wish I can forget him.
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But I can't.
But I can't.
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Silly dreams.
Stupid heart.
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I want to see her.
I want to see him.
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Maybe I should go see her.
Maybe I should go see him.
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Or maybe I should call.
Or maybe I should call.
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Good the line's ringing.
Hello.
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Maybe we can start again.
Let's start again.
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