our last goodbye.
when the rain is pouring it is the perfect moment to reminisce all the sad things you experienced.
the window pane is already wet since it's raining cats and dogs. i can't clearly see the view outside so i just stared at the blurred vision of my window.
everything is blurry, i can't see anything clearly. that was also my thoughts when i met you, everything about you is strange. i don't know you, all I knew is how great your music taste is.
but a sudden talk with a stranger felt so good, you just have to be yourself since he don't exactly know you. he can't judge you, but as the conversations goes deeply..
i thought he would judge me, but he didn't. i trusted him with my hatreds, secrets and thoughts about how i see the world. he just sat beside me and kept on listening. it is my turn to ask him about how's his life going, he remained silent. he doesn't want to share his precious memories with me.
as time goes by, i keep on sharing my experiences, it's either good or bad. he just sat beside me and listen. he's like my human diary, he will offer me a song that eventually, became one of my favorites.
i thought when the rain stops from pouring, the window pane becomes clear. i thought when i stop talking, he would share his stories with me and everything about him wouldn't be that strange anymore. but, i was wrong.
when the sun rise again, and the rain stops. i need to wipe my window pane so that i can see the view outside more clearly. i needed to know more about him so that he's not a stranger anymore.
i tried to ask him more, as usual he remained silent. he's still hiding behind those mask he wore everytime he will talk to me. i guess, we're only meant to share a moment of time together. maybe he was meant to be my human diary, we aren't meant to last forever.
i am not his human diary, there's someone he will actually share his stories with. i just mistakenly thought that he was my whole journey but i was just a path that lead him back to someone he's destined to be with.
sadly, this is our last goodbye and i know i would not be able to say hello to you again.
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