It’s been raining for 4 days straight.
It’s hard for me to get up in the morning.
Day and night, It’s still gloomy outside.
The sound of the rain is seemingly alike with your voice.
Actually, the tears of the rain is your own tears.
The sadness that you don’t quite understand yet.
You said you like how the clouds clear after the rain.
Ironic, you like to solve problems, numbers.
But you can’t even face yours.
The rainbow brings you hope.
I think you just hope for people to love you endearingly.
But they have to undergo heavy storm.
You hated the sun but you’re the sun.
You’re just coward of the heat.
Your own heat.
Just like the weather, you’re pretty unsure.
We don’t need to cross our paths again.
But I am wondering what makes you remember me?

I think my life is in season.
As spring blooms beautifully,
it gives an accurate definition of new beginnings.
But along with it, there were a lot of baggages that I needed to let go.
I find myself losing a lot of relationships.
It breaks my heart how it drastically changed.
I made a lot of beautiful memories with them.
Those memories were comparable to cherry blossoms.
It was so bright and full of energy.
But just like spring, it has to end.
Because life must keep on going.
Some people aren’t meant to stay.
I stopped trying not because I didn’t care.
Instead, I’ve learned how to accept things.
I still do love them. I love hard.
But I believe that I can still love them from a far.
I can’t wait for another chapter of my life.
Opportunities are always welcome.
As well as meeting new people.
And just like spring, it is a beginning of growth.

I made a well-written paper.
Telling my story and my passion.
Each word has its own purpose.
Why they can’t see the intention?
Giving it for one person to another.
Can you give me a call if possible?
I thought I created a master piece.
They replied “ It can be seen anywhere at the street”.
They are right.
I am not the one.
Rejection, you broke my heart.
And I am stunned.