Hey, it's too late.
I know.
But you probably won't read this either.
But that's okay. Because i wrote this for myself.
Happy birthday to you,
One year ago, my eyes still saw you around. I still could steal glance at you when you were doing math. I still could hear your sound that i can't hardly recall now. I still could feel your presence.
But now-
I couldn't.
I haven't seen you in a while. I did. Only in photos tough. Your hair seems longer now. You look like another person.
Are you someone i used to know? No? You never were. Even when you still here. Are you still someone i used to know.
Anyway,
Did she call you? Did she wait until 00:00 and sang you a birthday song? Or
Did you still in touch with her?
.
.
I hope you're good, life hard sometimes isn't it? I hope you're treated the way you deserved. I hope you still an art like you always were. I hope stars blessed you for what you always fight for. You're one ambitious man, don't you? Take a rest.
Above all,
I wish you were happy. I wish your mom called you everyday to check on you. I wish your classmate is nice to you.
And i wish you were healthy. And you know what? You will always be a part of me, even though you didn't even bother to care. But it's not your fault, though. I am the one who choose to fall for you. And that's okay.
Love,
Happy birthday.
