Maybe it isn’t real
Maybe it’s just a euphoria
Maybe it’s just an excitement that one would feel in a summer love.
Maybe it won’t last long.
Maybe it’s just from the old memories.
Maybe I’m just not satisfied because I wasn’t the one who called it off.
Maybe I just wanted a payback.. sort of a revenge..
To make him feel what i felt.
To make him suffer with each memories we made.. the way I was.. the way I am.
How every corner of the street would remind him of me,
How every laughter would hurt his chest as it carved my image on.
I really hope that was it.
I hope it would fade.
I hope that I would get over it soon after I went back.
I hope I no longer seek for his voice or the image of his face.
I hope I no longer wait for that figure to show up and surprise me again.
I hope I gave up that false hope.
I hope I did not hope.
I really thought I’ve moved on.
I thought I got over it.
I thought I have walked my own path.
I thought wrong.
How I still care.
How I still want to hug him tight
How I still feel my heart twitch when his smile fades
How I still believe.
I pushed him far, so far, to the back of my mind. Little did I know that it’ll come back and haunt me twice as bad as it did.