Yous

I actually did not talk about You any longer, I didn't always think about you, no more. Cause I thought there are so many things need my concern now and I have to be responsible for that, until my brother with the sudden mentioned your name on the you-know-when day. The day which concludes every feeling of mine about you, that I never know, will never know what exact things in your mind, I do not know how to interpret every single thing you did, trap me in a bunch of less-knowledge opinions which make me a speculator, speculatting and doing many things that I'm not supposed to do, then eventually introduce me to another you, 

You with a very warm heart, big beautiful eyes and lovely smile. I never thought that you and I are gonna be in this kind of situation --cheesy situation. Everything I write just like everything I'd like to say, it was written as if I'm talking to the one I write about, it never meant to hurt anyone, what's the point I'm talking if only for hurting someone? With this very short-term and narrow memory I didnt remember if I ever write about you. Did I ever write about you? If I did, did I ever hurt you with those words? Did I ever blame you for the things that happened to me? Did I ever claim that you are my competitor in anything? Did I ever beg you to do anything? Did I ever declare that all the things come to you lately was my wish? Did I ever curse anything that happened to me? If I did, there must be a big thing I've done beside making words here, I bet. It is just too young to name and summarize my previous words as a sorrow while the opposite as happiness, we have a lot of things to do, and a lot of things gained, right? In addition, I'm not able enough to define what happiness and sadness is. I'd rather name them as 'Things that I have to be grateful for' I'm afraid for being so happy or so sad cause I am just who I am, with so many faults and negligences. However, just like you, who could be right and wrong I absolutely could be wrong, then I apologize for everything I did, so let us be better for the sake we only have to be for, only Him

Who then fated me to have days with you. You with the super standby legs and arms. The one whose a back I adore. Who ever sit right before my eyes that trapped me in silence with the crowded mind busy choosing what things could be talked. I like the way you detail everything (even it was my fault to mock :p) I am surprised that you remember the things that I have a doubt you would remember. You are just like Jacob, while I'm Beatrice. What? Beatrice? No, I'm just who I am and you are just you are meant to be, just like another you, and you. Who wrap my present, and

Who doesn't love a gift? Noone.