A letter to 7.4.9.

I wish it were me you always talked about. Yes, I always wish it would really be me you’d share your life with. And I always wished that I would spend the rest of my life with you. But I didn’t seem to see that it was me. You never even gave me a chance to talk to you. You seemed to misunderstand what I ever wanted to say to you.

Sometimes I thought that we could be a perfect couple by sharing our habits of writing together. Sometimes I even saw the face of my sister in you. And I also saw a part of me in you. I still feel that I’ve found every girl I need in you. Yes, you, En. You with your jilbab, with your mysterious beauty, with your curiousity, and of course, with your glasses (I have told you that I have a little fetish on a girl with a glasses). But I just couldn’t touch your heart. Though I really wanna love you. Though I s I just don’t know if it will really happen. 

I know, it was my fault to have scared. Then you wanted me to stay away from you. I’ve been keeping my promise to stay away from you, though sometimes I just “watch” you from the distance by reading you words. And I still write some lyrics to say how much I wanna love you.

But still I don’t know whether fate will bring us together or not. I can only pray for it.