Ten steps.
Sitting on the staircase.

The night before/
I wrote something about you.
You.
I mumbled your name with the words, 'I need to let go of you'

Burnt my journals and turn it to ashes.
All the words I offered for you,
Are now invisible in everyone's eyes.

I'm crying myself on the pillow that keeps me accompanied every night and day.

Last night was the last time.
Last night was the night I forgave you.
Last night was the night I Held my heart. It was crumpling like a scratch paper.
Last night was the night I told myself 'heart, stop hurting. Stop waiting. He's not coming back'.

I wished last night/
'Fate. Can you please stay me away from him. Im begging you not to make our eyes meet. Please'

The morning after/
Ten steps.
Sitting on the staircase.

Ten steps.
Me and Him.
So near yet so far

Unknown direction, the stroke of his hair.
Innocent smile.
The forming thin line, his lips.
Looking down.
Yes, he's socially awkward.  

Good morning Fate/
I just want to ask you. What are you trying to say?

Now/
I'm hurting. I'm waiting.  

Fate, Make him look up, make our Eyes meet? Please.