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.