We are complete strangers.
Both broken from sad realities.
Dressed in character just for bravery's sake.
Complementing the different views.
He's in the pit of hopelessness.
I, finding the light of the dark abyss.
He accepted fate.
I, believing change will come.
He's dead inside and
I, wanna save him.

I don't know why I keep memorizing those dates when I was at my highest or lowest by the days I spent with you. After all, those memories are remainders.
I will just wait for the day till I can not recall those dates. For I believe it's starting to fade away.

I am in love. He is in love.
I am friends with him. He is friends with me.
We laughed to our favorite things.
I looked at him. He looked at her.
I walked with him. He talked about her.
I silence. He cheered me up.
I gained hope. He told me stop.
I confessed. But all he can say was sorry.
I cried. He don't give a ****.

We knew each other like our souls were intertwined. Like we were born from the old age of romantics. Like past lovers continuing their love story at this age.
  All of our deep talks connected with our beliefs. Every lines we took, sparks cast beneath our silhouettes when we embrace twilight. And when our eyes met, it feels like the stars has got to it's places- the sense of belongness.
    The universe made a deal and wanted us to be together. Because, we were above meant to each other.
   But when everything was beautiful, you backfired. Telling me you can't go on. Telling me that we were meant to each other but not being together. You don't visualized the things happening around. You don't have our world. Because for you, it was all just talk of the things. Our love, it was unrequitted after all.