Love is like writing name on a fogged up window. It may fade with time, but if you look deep enough it will always be there.
i recall how childish i am..
i always write his name on the fogged mirror after i shower.
writing and drawing hearts around it.
always wishing hard he will be mine..
after days and months went by..
and years.. he actually confessed but i already lost my interest with him..
sometimes it's such a pity,
when something that i wish so hard wouldnt come
but after i stop wishing..
it just come right to me..
is it going to be the same this time?
after it really doesnt matter anymore?
only then?
but.. when?
p/s: if i get to choose.. i will choose to not to know you.
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