One night, I called him.

He was making noise with the piano keys.

I got irritated and asked him to stop.

But he then started playing a slow piano piece.

I was melting on the other line.

My heart raced.

I felt like crying.

My love, he played for me.

Even though he was just playing around.

I felt really special for him...

Then my tears started to fall...

He thinks I'm only kidding whenever I tell him that I like him.

But I'm not.

I remind him every time that I honestly like him.

But I guess he just doesn't like me back, that's why.

I asked him to stop playing because I was already crying, but he

played a sweeter music, Bella's lullaby,  then the one from the movie  SECRET.

I could imagine him and how he looked like while sitting infront of the piano.

He was smiling, knowing that I was really amazed by his talent.

I was falling deeper for him by the moment.

Talented, smart, handsome and I simply like him.

I can't believe that moment actually happened...

But just like every other piano piece, it ended.

And just like every other phone call,

that phone call ended.

And now, though it's been months since I last texted him because

I've already given up on him,

tears still envelope my eyes every time I hear the sound of the piano.

I want to fall in love with someone else now.

So I can forget that moment.

So I can forget him.

Because his memory was too sweet that's why it's too hurtful to remember...

It's too hurtful to remember, that night, WHEN HE PLAYED FOR ME...

I still love you. :(