the song— is that the song that we used to hear? the one that we always crazily sing along even though we don’t know the whole lyrics?

the place— ah, isn’t it also the place that you used to take me in? you said that was the first time you take somebody to your private space.

oh, wait— that face, i recognize that face! isn’t it your friends? you used to introduce me to them, and how proudly you shaped a smile on your face while hugging my waist saying, "this is my girlfriend, the woman of my life".

do you understand how lonely my world is, but is always crowded with the ghost of you?

do you understand how impossible and possible it is to survive without knowing how and who?

do you even understand how it’s been forever but i am still here, without any sign to take a definite step?

do you even, just for once, understand, that i am clearly still in love with the idea of you?

do you?