the only exception

(unbranded top and shorts, gucci belt, nordstrom headband, lamb platforms, ysl bag)

we laughed together, before we even said 'hi.'

we then parted, before we even get connected.

we wasted our times, before we started treasuring them.

we fought for moments, before we began to cherish one.

we wondered why things felt so wrong, before we figured what's right.

we tried to shorten the distance, before we even began to walk.

we gradually forgot to laugh,

forgot to treasure,

forgot what it feels like to feel so right,

and forgot to take that step.

we wasted our times,

we fought,

we felt so wrong,

and we got tired of the distance.

we then bid our goodbyes,

before we have a chance to say another 'hi.'

and the story has to end here,

because there's no longer 'we,'

from now on,

there's only you, there's only me,

and everything in between... if there's any.

dear you, you'll always remain as my favorite worst nightmare.

don't let anybody- not even me- tell you otherwise.

happy independence day to myself.