Eleven Weeks after that Day; A Letter From Your Forgotten Memories

Eleven weeks after that day

I have been through a hard life… yes, it’s hurt me

I tried not to down, raise my head above, yes it’s hard

Just to show them I’m strong enough

I tried to reassemble my heart

I tried not to tell you everything in my mind like I used to

To make you feel free from every what you think that’s your responsibility

And I just don’t want to be a spoiled girl in your eyes

Oh dear… I tried to have a busy life

Just to make them stop asking me about you, asking about me

Just to make me forget about you, even for a while

Because when the night comes, when I start laying on my bed,

Your memory has been waited me there

And I meet you again in these memories for thousand times

I tried to erase your story

But your shadow always shade my day, every single day

And then I realize I can’t hide from yours

Eleven weeks after that day

When you carelessly say goodbye to me

When you say that words again for many times so I stop count

I must admit I still dream about you even if I don’t want it

And they don’t know how I feel

And you don’t know how I live

I pursuit my happiness, but my happiness are left behind

Then I hesitate to decide my choice

Should I come back for it, or just leave it behind and pursuit the new one?

I force myself to turn around and start to collect what still be my happiness behind

Lonesome through this long long road, remembering the old time in this silent path

Continuing the journey with a heavy heart

Every single step I take, I acknowledge I still always think about you

And what about you there? Do you miss me like I miss you here?

You don’t miss me, do you?

Oh dear, of course… you don’t miss me...

I don’t know how you feel, so I’ll just have to believe somewhere out there you’re thinking of me

Dear you there who ever made my life such a perfect one

Eleven weeks after that day

Time takes time, and I can do nothing but just only stare a far at your life

All I can do is just staring at this story, our story

Or maybe it’s all mine from the beginning

Now you’ve been far away from all of the memories, leaving what’s behind

No, I am not leave you. It wasn’t me. Yes, you leave me far behind

I am no longer next to you, I can’t chase you

And I think you never planned to keep me, right? Yes, you…

When you realize, maybe I have been gone for real

Then I only become a little piece of those your forgotten memories

Or maybe I’ve meant nothing at all

Will you keep your heart? Will I keep my heart? Will us keep our heart till the last? Only God knows.
But I will try my best, do my best in everything in my life now. And I hope you'll see me with a smile in your lips someday, if we ever meet again.

Dear you somewhere I don’t know

Dear you someone I still pray of your happiest life

Dear you someone I still love, and it may last a month of Sundays, a year and a day.

I can't promise you, too.
Only God knows.

Eleven weeks after that day, the day you went away from my beautiful life... and left me behind.

Thursday, September, 26, 2013 : late night. 23.32