That pure friendship.
Oh.
Beyond the expectation of having tremendous friends.
Forgetting other insignificant substance.

Taken away for a while.
Leaving the ******* behind.
Oh.

J and D.

The last person who wished.
That is what I am hoping for.

The last person who you would be with.
That is what I am still unsure about.

I am not a person whose feeling could be toy with.

Are we still in the wrong time?

Happy birthday.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness you play.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness you smile.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness you fight.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness you back on the field.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness your glory.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness your dedication.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness your presence.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness your existence.

Is it too much to ask?
To witness your dedication.

Among those gazillion words,
We choose to seal our mouths.

Among those chances,
We choose to stand still.

Among those thoughts,
We choose to hide.

Aren't we poignant?

I might have been lying for the past nine years.
I might have been fooling my feeling.

But one thing.

I love you.
It is real.

We spent the last days without talking.
Without giving a short notice.
Without a glance.
Without a smile.
Until the day came.
We did not know how.
How we feel.
How we struggle.
How we hold.
How we care.
How we love.
Oh.
Unspoken things.
Unsaid feeling.

Just **** me.