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Still YouI clearly remembered, it was raining cats and dogs that night. We were standing, under the rain, facing each other. Albeit the loud sounds caused by the rain, I can hear him crystal clear. Then he asked me, "Will you wait for me?"
Five years won't be too long right?
Like the rain, my tears were pouring hard when I told him that I will wait. No matter what, I will wait for him to finally come back. No matter how long it will take. And for the last time, under the pouring rain, he said he loved me and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
Indeed. There was no tomorrow for us. Because the very next day after he left, I didn't hear anything from him anymore. He totally cut off every communication we have. Even with his friends, no one heard from him. We didn't get any news from him.
He was a year due. For six years. I was left here, thinking and thinking every day, every night, what happened and why did he suddenly forgot about me. Like the words he said has no worth at all. Did he really love me?
Yet, here I am, still waiting. Waiting in vain, my heart slowly dying each and every day. I don't know why I am still waiting for him, when clearly he forgot about me. Why? I always ask myself that. Why am I still waiting for him? Why am I still yearning for that day where I would see him, in flesh?
And only one thing lingers in my head, answering the question I've had ever since that day he left me.
I still love him? Maybe. Maybe not. I'm hesitant. But one part of my heart seems to be so sure. Absolutely agreeing with that answer.
Because whenever I think of him, I feel my heart aching. I'm supposed to be mad at him right? I should be. Because he suddenly forgot about me. He left me hanging after telling me that he loves me, making me wait for him. But in the end, he would just easily brush me off his life.
But one thing I know for sure, I haven't forgot about him. Everything about him. How his eyebrows will furrow every time he'll get praised; how he would walk and look like a model effortlessly; how he could easily read through me; how he would always annoy me in a very silent way; how he would turn in his sleep and lie down on his stomach and wake up on the same position; how he liked his coffee with cream and sugar despite his uptight demeanor; and how he would always look at me with such loving eyes.
"Miss Kim? The car is ready for you." Butler Seo bowed as he opened the door for me. I gave him a small sm
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