I smiled gently. Alone and ready.
I remembered places that you told me; vivid imagination which I planned to be reality
I never wanted to admit that I was obsessed, But I truly am obsessed – head to toe, left to right, brain and heart, soul and body.
People said I wanted to be with you.
I said I wanted to be like you.
Clear, loud, and free. Burdenless and weightless, as thin as morning mist.
I wish I can call you everytime I like.
But I untied the rope for a specific reason, and getting your text every morning ain’t what I planned.
Year by year, drama by drama.
We both struggled with different things in our each life.
But my struggle is worse.
I still cannot be like you.