It's cloudy.
Then rain, lightning struck above my head, it was very close. Too close until I couldn't hear that someone came and standing beside me. Look at me intensely.
I thought it was a wonderful meeting of all time. You and your yellow magic. Me and blizzard ring, trying to crack the earth because at that time, I realize I like you.
Someone whose totally new. With no clue.
Outstanding love story.
Blinded love, very blind. They say if it isn't blind, then it isn't love. A song tell me this. So I know right at that time, Im in love.
Then a year.
Two years past.
Three years.
Now it's been four years since that precious moment.
Im starting to make an excuse, because you want to see me.
"Im sorry, I have something to do with my boss."
"I dont have time for that."
"You better watch it yourself, I dont think they want me there."
"If its alright, dont call me this week, Im too busy to answer your call."
In fact I dont have anything to do. I just sit beside my radio, listening to Bruno Mars song, over and over again. Looks like they didn't have any song than that, huh?
I pretend nothing happened. But definitely something happened to us. We start ignoring each other. We go in a date without any passion. We remove each others name from emergency calls. We never kiss anymore.
We were became as cold as antarctica ice.
I remain in my cushion. I make an excuse again. It's been fifteen times. You never asking why. You never seems that you care enough to asking me anything.
Anything!
Its not good. I feel like we broke up soon. I feel like that you have your new date. I feel like I couldn't be any worse. I feel a distance took us apart.
I feel like I dont love you anymore, because you dont want me to love you more.
I make an excuse.
While Im cheating you. A new guy. A new date. A new kiss. A new room. A new number in my emergency calls. Im starting a new with someone you dont know.
I dont feel guilty. I already broken.
I dont feel anything anymore, instead of glory and worry.
One day, you knock my door. I open those swing door without any expression left. You touch my hands, shake it hard. "How did you do that to me?"
I nod my head, "Guess we didn't make it through, huh? Did you surprise?"
You let my hands go. "Dont do that. You know you love me."
I shook my head, undoubtly. "I love you. For the thousand times, I love you."
You smiled thoroughly, "Then its okay. Its okay now. You can have me again. I won't discuss your mistake in the future."
I took my gun. Aim it right in the middle of your forehead.
"Go. Dont come back. Go back to your wife. Four years is enough. Your adventure should be over."
You run. As fast as you can.
I cried. As loud as I can.
Yes. Thats right.
My boyfriend is the one who always make an excuse, everytime he said he loves me and loves his wife too.
