There's a guy...

I don't remember when, why and how long since we first met.

It's not so important, so I wouldn't need to make my head hurt.

We're close. Very very close.

To me, he's like my own brother because he's always by my side.

When I was sad, he borrowed me his shoulder to cry on.

When I was happy, he gave me a big smile.

I didn't know his feeling towards me until that day.

That day, he brought me to places I like to go to and also places I wanted to go.

I was so happy back then.

When it was almost midnight, he sent me home.

In the car, in front of my house, he confessed to me.

I was speechless. Like really really speechless because I just assume him as my brother. Neither more, nor less from that.

He knew the confession was surprising, but he said that he really wanted to say it on that day...

...because he needed to leave tomorrow.

I can't say anything (I don't have anything to say, anyway.). He told me that's his parents' order. They wanted him to study in the other country.

I kept silenced from the minute he confessed until he walked me to the door.

Before he leaved, he suddenly pulled me and kissed my forehead.

It happened in a twinkle of eyes, that's why I didn't stop him.

I can't get amgry at him because he never raise his voice to me.

In the end, I just bid him goodbye and wished him luck.

He only smiled.

I'm too cool for love, so I went inside and slept.

The day after that, I woke up.

Then I saw a teddy bear beside me.

In both of the bear's hands, there's a heart.

It has a 'I love you' on it.

Since I love him (in a friendly way), I didn't throw the bear away.

I let it in my bed, but I never hug it.

That's kinda sad, right?

Btw, I know it's late already, but...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!