I can’t even remember whether it has been a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, or a year since you’ve left.

I thought I was over you, but I guess I’m not.

My mind tells me to forget everything about you.

It commands me to erase you from my memories.

I told myself that I would easily forget you.

It’s because you’ve left me broken.

But my heart… no matter how much you’ve broke it,

It still yearns for you.

It still beats for you and only you alone.

I don’t even know where you are now.

Are you doing okay?

Are you eating well?

Or are you as messed up as I am right now?

If I could only turn back time then I’d gladly do it.

But I can’t.

I don’t have the ability to do that.

I can only reminisce of what has happened in the past.

It always reminds me of these four cruel words,

“What’s done is done.”

The world is a cruel place.

You can never have everything all to yourself.

Specially, when you made the wrong move in love.

No matter how hard you try to fight for it,

Even if you’re with the right person,

Even if you’re with him/her at the right time,

When it isn’t meant to be,

Don’t expect it to last forever.

I’ve learnt it well maybe.

My hand instinctively landed on your part of the bed.

It still has your scent on it.

Your scent that has been my addiction for a long time.

That reminds me,

If your scent still lingers on our shared bed,

Then maybe you’ve not left too long ago.

Maybe it’s only been a month? A week? A day? An hour? A minute? A second?

I can’t actually tell it.

I’ve stopped counting the days since you’ve left.

I’ve shut myself out.

I’ve built a wall so that no one would ever be able to reach me.

Unless, you go and break my walls again.

A lone tear threatened to fall down from my left eye.

They say that when you started crying from your left eye, it means it’s because you’re sad, hurt, miserable, mournful, melancholic, and everything that pertains to negative emotions.

Am I that desperate to see you now?

I chuckled to myself as figments of our past started to play on replay in my crooked head.

“Jessi?”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

“Steph, what kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

“Really?”

“Are you doubting my love for you?”

“Not really.”

“Hey. Why’d you laughed, then?”

“Nothing. You’re just so adorable. I love you.”

“I love you most.”

“When we get married, I’ll make sure to give you an infinite supply of I love you’s.”

“Cheese ball.”

“You just said that you love this cheese ball the most.”

“And I wouldn’t want to change anything from what I’ve said.”

~

“Jessi, please.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Jessi, let me explai--”

“No. Please, just stop. I’m tired of your bullsh*ts, Stephanie.”

“What you saw back th--”

“I don’t want to hear any more explanations from you. I’ve had enough.”

“You won’t even let me explain!”

“It’s because we’ve been through this a thousand times before but you never change. You never even try!”

“You know what? I’m sick of this. I’ll just go.”

“So now you have the guts to tell me that you’re sick of this? Of us? Fine! Go and do whatever you like with your flings. I don’t give a damn anymore.”

“Fine!”

“You know what’s even more sickening?”

“…”

“Seeing you passionately kissing that d*ck head on our anniversary. You chose to break my heart. You chose to break me.”

~

I never heard from her ever since that day.

I’m sure I wasn’t the one at fault.

But I still blame my stupid pride for letting her go that easily.

My life is so up without her on it.

Losing her was blue.

I suddenly got the urge to sing Taylor Swift’s Red.

I think I’ve gone mad.

I didn’t even notice the tears that were free flowing from my dead tired eyes.

A knock on the door broke my train of thoughts.

I grunted and rolled on the bed, burying my face on the pillow in the process.

Another knock.

I huffed and rolled on the bed once again while screaming on top of my lungs, “WHO IS IT?!”

A very familiar husky voice answered my question, “Probably the least person you wanted to see roaming about in this cruel world.”

.

I can’t even move a muscle.

Am I just imagining things?

She knocked on the door again.

“I would understand if you still hate me. I know you still do. Now you hate me like how much you hate all the cucumbers and Totoro items in the world. But it would be such a great honor if you would atleast tell me to, ‘Get the out of here and don’t ever come back!’ instead of giving me the silent treatment.”

My eyes widened as realization finally dawned on me.

She really is here.

I bolted out of bed, ran my fingers through my messy hair, looked for my missing fluffy slippers and slowly turned the door knob.

The sight that greeted me made me realize how much I’ve missed the girl on my front door.

We just stared at each other for a minute or two.

“What… are you doing here?”

“Hoping to get back with the only person I love.”

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Hey guys. It's been a long time since I last updated. :)

Sorry if there are any typo errors. I'm too lazy to edit. orz

Here's 1 out of 2 for this shot. I haven't posted the whole story coz I'm not yet sure on whether what kind of ending I'll do for this one. ;u;

It depends on how I feel when I write it, I guess.

This story has no plot. Lol. I only get the inspiration from listening to songs and watching some JeTi moments. *winkeu*

'Til the next update, then? It may not fill your expectations, but hey, atleast I've tried? ;)

Comments are very well appreciated!

~ XOXO