August Come

I saw you from the balcony every Saturday morning.  You sat under the paper flowers. You looked busy doing your arts but you were so cool wearing white shirt then you run your fingers through your hair. You’re smart and gentle, flawless.

You have a little brother, his name’s Stephen. He is handsome like you are. You are two years older than me. You like football and play-station.

Every lunch, you queue up in front of me to get some foods. Just close enough to touch. I walked to the library just to see you during your class. I never forgot we first met in the staircase. You lent your novel to me. You weren’t much talking but that silence made my love grown really fast.

Whenever I looked into your eyes, I felt peaceful. I was safe and I loved that feelings.

Did you remember what happened in the middle of August? We walked under an umbrella and you said, “It will be always flawless between us. I would never leave you and I will be making you laugh as long as I can”

Until another August come out, second years that we were together. I would move to another town and you just said, “I couldn’t keep this love.” You didn’t want me to stay. You didn’t want me to laugh together with you. You didn’t want kiss me in the pouring rain or ride bicycle every morning and evening.

You were afraid to distance and some long-distance-relationship. You said that it didn’t work out. I love you by now and wishing you would come back to me again.