One year
Its been a year. Exactly a year. I managed to survive. For an instance, i thought i would never move on but i guess one year is enough for me to see things that love has blinded. 22 March, i'll never forget how i felt standing at the balcony, looking down. I'll never forget that feeling and the tears i shed for you. I'll never ever forget you, my first love.
I wanted to go to our playground just to sit down alone and see how it has changed. Maybe it hasn't changed at all. I decided not to eventually and i ended up meeting you in the interchange and we went home together. We chose not to talk about it ever since we broke up. You never explained anything, you never cared to tell me why. You simply chose silence as your answer to me.