I am just a girl, a teenager, still growing up. Up until now, I've met a lot of different people, too many faces behind a pretty faces. Too many fakers, es, bad niggas. Well, I'm not that kind of good and not a bad one either. 50/50? 

I was so happy with my life back then, young, carefree, cheerful. But that side of me is gone when I met this person. Everything changed. Things use to be good at first but it turned out bad. My fault, my faults. 

Him? So cool, so quiet, so good looking, a rich kid, but suprisingly has this charm. Strong charm where every attentions go to him whenever he did something. 

It was this day when I receive a small note pad in my drawer in my class. 

"You like music?" It written there. I have completely no idea who did that. 

"Love it. R&B especially"

So we converse through letters for weeks until one day i did not receive any letters. So, class was over. I was walking through the classes when suddenly a guy pull my arms. 

He stares into me, so did I. 

He let out a breath and said "Here, yours for today. Sorry I'm late" And he walks away.

So I opened the letter. "You see me already don't you? Now all your curiosity is over"

Its him. Kim Jong Kai, the one who writes to me. 

So, the day onwards, I hang out with him, eat with him during recess, study with him and do almost everything together. I did make all the girls jealous because I'm close to Kai. I wouldn't care much, I just feel comfy to be with him.

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After almost 2 months of friendship, both of us went out. We dated each other. I swear he was the cutest thing on earth. He said he likes me, because I resemble a noona he once fall in love with. Too bad he missed the chance to ask that Noona out. He remembers all the little things of me, which make me likes him more. I fell in love with him, a little deeper everyday. 

He did all the stuffs that did not even pass by my imagination. He is so romantic. But in our 5 months together, he have to go for a student exchange program. He went to Japan for 2 weeks. 

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I'd died everyday missing him. His absence is totally driving me crazy. 

After 2 weeks, he came back. So I met him soon after he arrived here. But he was different, I don't know him. He isn't the cute, romantic Kai I used to know. He is acting weird, refusing everytime I try to hug him. He used to like those warm hugs. Days after days, he is keeping his distance from me. The more I run nearer, the more I seem to lose him.

I realised he keeps on checking his phone eventhough I'm next to him. He doesn't usually do that. He hates gadgets.

Until one day, he no longer talk to me. We are back to those times where we used to walk by each other like a complete stranger. 

In a more understanding words, we are just strangers with a lot of memories. Strange isn't it? No break up, no scoldings and argueing. We just, don't talk anymore. 

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I was walking in a park near my house, where I suddenly bumped into him. Him, with me face there beside him but not me. I knew it right away, it is the Noona he likes. 

We really look alike. Except this noona is fairer, has longer hair, and a lil taller. 

I pretend to put my earphones on and walk pass like I see nothing but once again, he pulls my arm just like last time.

But this time he said, 

"Hey, meet my girl" 

Did he just said that Noona is his girlfriend? Yep, he did. 

That time I could feel my tears are racing to flow down, but I was trying hard to hold 'em. I just couldn't let him see my weakness. But, that is the hard part being tough, no one minds to care your little heart, your feelings. 

Seeing him acts like nothing happened before, I finally said,

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm.. kinda busy? Sorry I got to go"

I ran. With tears racing down my cheeks. With a broken heart, swollen eyes, sobbing sounds. I hold it for too long. He left me with no clues, and he came back with his girl. Isn't that cruel?

If this world is a granting wishes factory, I wish, I could turn back time when I did not know him. And so that I could turn back time and choose not to reply the note in my drawer, so that I could turn back time and enjoy knowing him as stranger. And not strangers with memories. I wish I could, I don't want to know you. 

I'd really like to say this in your face,

"Hi stranger, thank you for all those memories."