028: To the man who cannot be moved.
Note: I wrote this a year ago, that time when we were not yet together. I don't care if you have moved already or what. I don't care anymore. Because after you, there were never someone else. Just somebody who passes by. So, here I am. I'm waiting. In this pavement of pedestrians street. And this time, I won't talk to passer-by, I won't go and have a coffee with strangers, I won't say hi to familiar faces, I just wait for you to come and fetch me. If it takes years, then to the hell I wait. I sit here while sipping on a cup of cappuccino, while reading a wonderfully good book. Until you come. Until you come. Oh yes, until you come. ps: Now that our path cross once again, and though I don't know what's there in the future, I do hope this thing that we have for each other, yes, this beautiful indescibable feeling we have, I hope it last for eternity .