"Forgive me, i wish nothing but the best for you"

Yes, I know you're not being selfish, only you couldn't even try anymore. You couldn't even met me for this, for leaving me behind. For telling me goodbye. Am I that shallow for you? Am I so not important that you didn't realised to honor me with having this in person? At least for telling me this yourself? Not by this piece of paper? It really hurt me, that you chose her and not me.

"Sometimes it last in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

Even if you say so, why does it worked this time? Why is it you and her are inseparable while me? Left to lick my wound alone, not caught up by the drama you perform? I was the one who has been there for you, I'm the one running to your aid when you needed it. The one that was there during your turns and downfall, the one that you first search for after a long day...until she came. I was the first one...

"Don't forget me, I beg"

It was during a sunny day, during the middle day of 9th of April , that first time. That day you were wearing your grey shirt with a pair of dark brown short, dashingly handsome with your hair swept off to the back. Pretty sure you had a lazy afternoon, with your lemonade to go and those papers on one side. How could I forget, when it was you who cut the lines for the lemonade, only you apologize to me by paying for two. Mine and yours. To me, it was only a stranger randomly do kindness on a hot summer day. Especially when you didn't even glance to say sorry. I let it go though. It by pass me after two minutes I left the store. Never knew it was only a beginning.

The second time I took notice of you when you were trying to cut lines to borrow a book. Why do you always cut lines, I wondered. Only to realised you were trying to get my attention later that evening. Never I thought we will again cross path between our drinks. This time it was in a coffee shop. And you took a sit across mine while the others was far from occupied. Talking about caffeine was our starting point. Friendly people, I said. Since it was barely 3 months I was there. But because of the coffee jokes, I find myself became a regular customer to that shop. And find you leaning against the same similar spot, drinking the warmth and coffee. Coffee buddies, you joked. And that regular visit became not only my daily routine, but we starting to change venue. The library, the restaurant, and even between classes. We were inseparable then. But then, suddenly you didn't show up. During those 2 weeks, I turn up to every familiar spot we were, only to be leaving hopelessly. Until one day, during my party, Monday, you came.

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.

And that was when I know that for me it isn't over. Those little meet ups and coffee breaks was suddenly addictive like the caffeine. It turn out to be somethings else in the longrun. At least for me. We share everything we could possibly at that moment. I was even foolishly agreed while you spending me carelessly, thanks for those passionate remarks every now and then. I was blind, looking and listening only for you. And I don't even mind it, I get your full attention. Until she happen.

"Guess she gave you things, that I didn't give to you"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you, only better. The ones that going to be there at the end of the day, the ones that will do the waiting, the ones that will only look at me, for me. But seeing you on your wedding day, who would've known how bittersweet this would taste? If you both didn't happen, how will I finally find my way, and you yours? Regrets and mistakes are memories to be made. Are for us to be learn, and for us to be cherish.