Little do you know || k.th [ON HOLD]

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I'm at a nearby coffee shop, waiting. My friend texted me earlier that she's going to stop by. She's my best friend since high school. She's been working as a Secretary to one of the top companies in Seoul. Months had passed since we saw each other and this is the chance we can meet again. While I'm waiting for her, I decided to play with my phone. As I scrolling my phone, the wind chime rang as a couple went inside. I looked at the two. The guy looked at me. I continue to scroll on my phone. I got a little nervous. I thought it was you.

The couple sat at the two-seated table, enough for them. They put their orders on the table and sat. They're both really cute to be together. I can't stop smiling at both of them. Remembering how happy our friends to us when we were still together. I felt a tear escape from my right eye. But little do you know, I call my friend, I said something came up that I need to go as early as possible. I fixed my things up and rashly went back home. It's a short ride. Finally. I'm home. My home, the safest place that I know. Safest place where I can hide all of my emotions. It has only four walls and a roof but the feeling makes me comfortable. Comfort. I need comfort. I escaped a huge sigh as I got inside. The remaining cold air that triggers my skin and the sweet scent, this gives me comfort. Comfort. My heart starts to get heavier. My mouth starts to let out sobs. I slowly cry. Cry. And cry. I don't know why. Why am I crying?

It's been a year but why I can't forget you? Everything about you? the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you look at me, your voice, your hair that I really love to touch, your weirdness, everything. Why you're so difficult to forget? Maybe I can't accept the fact that you didn't love me? Did you even love me? Did you try to love me? Did you? Did you remember me too? did you still know me? did you miss me too? did you? our memories keep on flashing in my mind while my eyes were blurry. Blurry as the waters keep on flowing out and occupying my sight. I remember the day you told me that and it hurts. Your words keep on playing in my head and I keep on asking myself,

Am I not good enough?

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