That door.

To think everything started with that silly door to the rooftop. From the first time I cried at the school, to the time where you accidentally slammed it opened and I was unfortunately in the pathway (which can count as our first meeting, I guess?) and the time when my feelings were returned because I was probably the only girl who didn't give you chocolate for Valentines Day. Finally, it was the same door to the roof top where I told myself and you that I would wait for as long as I could...

The first year without you, I came here and waited, but you never came.

The second year without you, I came here and cried, but you never wiped those tears away.

It's now the third year without you, I'm standing right in front of that same door that's held so much history between you and I. And I've came to this decision.

If you're not here.

I'm giving you up.