Staring blankly at the birthday card he had given me. Remembering that night when he pop up in front of me with the card, making me so touched. That's the sweetest thing any guy had done for me.
Sometimes, I wonder does he still remember that night when he first gave a girl a card? And at other times I wonder, did he mean it when he told me he'll never forget that moment.
These questions aren't important anymore, aren't they.
He'll never know how much he meant to me.
He'll never know why I started running away from him.
But I'll know why. Because I loved him.
& it still ends the same way as it does all the time; just like a cycle.
Sometimes, I wonder does he still remember that night when he first gave a girl a card? And at other times I wonder, did he mean it when he told me he'll never forget that moment.
These questions aren't important anymore, aren't they.
He'll never know how much he meant to me.
He'll never know why I started running away from him.
But I'll know why. Because I loved him.
& it still ends the same way as it does all the time; just like a cycle.
