Chapter 9 - The Time Ago II

When I was young at heart, why must it be that we are within a world that wasn't meant to be as such as I said earlier before? Why must it be that we cannot see the parts correctly as promised it would be like? Why must it be that we can't see the facts straight as we cannot say why so why? Why are we that sad to seek the days when we were young at heart as always? Why must we cannot turned back to the days when we were young at heart to seek the days at happiness and joy within? Why am I that sad to see him, the love of my life, being offline as usual about me the next day after? Why must he be that sad to see me within the stand of the crowd as we cannot say why so next week afterwards? As we cannot explained why, why are we that sad to see the days outstretched as we figured to the sunrise?

Why must it be that we see nothing, but lies after years backward? Why am I that sad to see him after years later in time that he ran to see the days for no reason alive and unwell like around me?

As we cannot say why, why am I predicting that he will be at home less to see me gone after years later afterwards? Why am I that sad to seek the days that we are within the days of youth and wrongdoings in time ahead? Why am I at blame to see them in the beginning from the start why?

As I remembered quite clearly, why do I gat the feeling he was the one for me as always? Why must he always be my attention in front of my face everyday without a beat skip away? Why must he be able to see the depths of life as I... remembered his time with me from the start as I remained again to solitude within the standard of love and justice of lifetimes? As I remembered the days when I was young at heart, why must it be that we see nothing, but lies in the end of time and space within? As I remembered the days when I was young at heart, why must he always live to tell the tale that I was the one to love for him instead? As I regained my heart for love, what does it matter that a book is telling so less to write my way as usual and a wish granted as such? If only I knew what is life after the next and realized from the start it was that sad to see the end of the world bringing closer towards us. As I remembered this all to the end, it must have somehow left me with a mark of hope within my heart:

That I wish he loves everything about me every single day and years to come.

Why must they think he was bad at heart as usual for me as I... loved him from the beginning towards first lifetime with him? Why must he lie less to them is no surprised in my eyes... as I laughed in happiness to seek his love as always and never get over him ever since his start with I alone. As I remembered him at steady, why must he always lived no more as we say goodbye less than ever before and our separate ways after all this time with I? Was there a case why he loves me from the start as I figured in life after all? Why must he always be within my eyes as we say goodbye to everything that was our misery and well thought angers that was upon us? Was he the one that loves me in the end of the road towards the next day and tomorrow after? As we say goodbye, what was the case as we say no more in the end to see him at love in hearts like I? As I remembered the days with him, why must he always see the truth after years of no surprised thoughts within my heart as well?

Why are they accusing him for lies as well? Was he a liar after all? Why must they think so to me after years later? Why must he remained inside my heart as we say goodbye to another new year after years later of being together and not talked that much sometimes? Why must he always lived no more to live again about his feelings for me as we cannot deny that the book is simply a scowl in our hearts that will ruined me for life ahead? Why couldn't they at least love him as well? Can't they at least care better that I love him as well and leave me alone with him too? As we say no more, why must he remained inside my heart as we cannot say nothing, but to cry for each other for all the things we went through towards the next pastime? Why must it be this way that we say goodbye to the things we care as well?

If only I knew what is in store, but only just once. What can I do forevermore as we say goodbye to the things we used to be like in the end?

[To be continued...]