Never knew I would meet you today,
Never knew meeting you could be this breathtaking..

Maybe I just miss you?
If that is okay..

I want to sit in a cafe,
in a rainy day,
where there is a big window on my side,
and I sip a cup of hot coffee,
let my mind wonders,
scribble some poems,
read books,
listening to my favorite songs,
and sitting in a comfortable silence.

I want to take a long journey with a bus,
and I will sit on the second deck,
then let my minds busy with stuff.
some 'what-if's scenario may come to my mind, but I don't mind.

I want to sit on a skyscraper,
gazing those city lights,
where I can leave my phone off,
and just being alone with my own self.
Thinking about the past,
Dreaming about what about to happen,
Enjoying my time alone with myself.

I met you when my heart was torn into pieces,
you helped me to heal myself.
& I know, God must be loved me so much,
He gave me you in my process of my healing.

I left you twice because I'm an ungrateful little *****.
Even inside my heart tells me not to do that.
Even my heart knows, you are the right one.
but me? still being a fool.

& now I came back, and you? you're not even noticing.
well, God must be loved you so much,
He saved you from me.
Because He knew, I'm not even close,
to deserve you.

I hope someday my heart will understand that I would never be more than his bestfriend.
I hope my heart will stop aching when heard him talking about another girls.
I hope my heart will finally accept the fact that I would never be with him.

I hope I can listen his story as his true bestfriend, not as a girl who secretly in love with him.
I hope I can be happy when he's happy with someone else.

I hope my brain will stop repeating the fact that I do really in love with him.
I hope my brain can help my heart from falling and aching.

I hope someday, I can be his true friend.

Someday,
When I found another missing puzzle
That you've been hiding this whole time;
It won't ever be affecting me anymore,
I don't even give a ****.

I've been giving you my time,
For you to tell me the truth,
The real story,
The fact.

*..And you don't even worth my time.

I heard him,
Telling stories about her..
How much he loves her,
How much he misses her,
How he cried for her,
How he stared at her..

I smiled,
I hope someday, I will find that one.

The one who will love me that much,
The one who will miss me, as much as he do.
The one who will cry for me,
The one who will stare at me, like the way he stares at her.

I hope I will find someone who will make me think that
"he is the one",
And make me feel that
"I am the one".
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