coffee

actually there are so many questions I wanna ask him.

how's his life been doing? what he has done with his life? what happened to him when we didn't meet anymore? did he ever get engaged? does he likes me like I do? because I still keep a little bit of him in my heart.

after the last goodbye, I was, lost. we are lost. 

I'm not sure what it was, which is which? is this feeling true? does it valid? does he still like me? or are we just typical childhood friends that don't want to skip all the past memories?

It irritates me a bit for always thinking of you when I’m come back home because all of your stupid smiles and false hopes.I blame his smile.

But I always hope that we could meet somewhere and this time, I don’t want to lose you again. It would be nice if we could met and have some chit chat, skip back all the memories.

and grab a cup of coffee at the Mccafe (since it’s the only option I have). I don’t mind if you were already married (some rumours I heard). I just want to refresh back all the memories when we were kids. I want you to laugh back again and smile over about how you would always wanted to borrow my bicycle and playing badminton together. And how you melted my heart with your smile and in a split second, you were all over me. I’m glad that you were part of me. 

I would ask you to stay.

But still, is it too late if I wish that you would come over and ask for my hand?