to the person whom even in his absence, voice still echoes through my ears:

"no, we couldn't"

as a reply to everytime i sing:

"we could have it all"

happy birthday

i hope u'll get a cake

I remember the days from 2 years ago,
when the only thing I wanted to do was cry.
And when I was finally done crying,
I did the most cliché and expected thing,
; cutting my hair short.

The thought to cut my hair never occurred to me again.
Because I want to keep the length of my hair as a reminder,
of the days I spent without you.
Because cutting my hair again would be a betrayal,
would be tricking my mind into thinking,
"this is the end of my episodes..."

I know it isn't the end.

To say I've erased every single evidence of you,
is a big fat lie.

My Instagram's archive would remind me,
every year without fail,
how you became part of my life that night.
A memory I could never delete.

Does yours remind you of me too?

Because,
I'm clinging onto the very last evidence,
that you once,
happened.

you and me,
are in an unfinished story,
that kind which the ending is made cliff-hanging,
but there's usually a sequel coming.

but you and me,
won't make it into the next book,
even after a year of writing.

because you and me,
parted ways for good.

but I am still living in one of those chapters,
Should have make my character dead.

I just want peace.

I just want to listen to songs,
And not feel the ache in my heart.

I just want to walk in public,
And not flinch,
Every time I think I heard your voice.

I just want peace.
Can you please, let me have it?