was trying to clean up my notes and saw this one locked note written last Mar 07, 2025. and i think it deserves a spot here...
What a strange feeling to see you again on my way home You and your big bike Just like the last picture of you I took when we met last February Rode that bike a few times but now I'm here inside a bus looking at you through the window It's been a year since I last saw you I kept thinking that one day I might actually see you again And I honestly feared that day I've had moments where I thought I saw you but it was so blurry I wasn't sure
But this time, it was actually you Can't go wrong because you're the only person I know in your neighborhood that has that big orange and black motorbike Can't go wrong because unfortunately I still remember how you look from a far Funny how I used to be happy at the sight of you and your motorbike But for the first time today, I felt the same pain I thought I've gotten over with That pain in my chest as if my heart's being stabbed Can't believe I saw you today Never thought I'll see you again even from a far My heart raced but not because I was excited to see you like before But because I was scared Seeing you surely brought all the traumas I've been trying to get away from There was a point in time when I know everything about you Your plan, where you're going, what time you get out of work, how you're feeling and even what meal you had Now, I don't know anything about you Where you're headed or who you're meeting up with My mind no longer have the knowlegde on the type of person you are today But it's so strange that my heart knows you It remembers you because it loved you once For a moment, it beat for you until you wrecked it Now all it can do is just remember you As someone that I loved and hated We're now living in parallel lines We may be in same place at the same time But I don't think our paths would actually cross once more
Even if it may happen, I will make sure it won't You've caused too much pain, I don't know if I can even look at your eyes Those eyes that were once one of my favorite things I know you don't care But for the very least I hope when you see me or hear my name I hope you feel guilty and ashamed That way I can still think there still goodness in you Else, you're really just a disgusting boy I unfortunately loved











