the night breeze kept sneaking in through the opened window pane to sweep off my freshly cut short hair, made it messier than it already was. i didn't expect you to ask me why i did it; cutting my long wavy hair you once told me that you liked it very much and that you couldn't suppose it being chopped as short as that. i didn't even expect you to come.
its been years. i had stopped counting. i had no energies left to water even the slightest hope that someday the bell would ring as the door creaked open and it would be you. the reason i was there, on the day our eyes first locked each others, was nothing but to tell you that you were out of my life.
because i listened to our song and i shuddered no more. and when i found a polaroid film with us looking genuinely happy in it, my heart did not thump. i drowned myself in routines and i no longer thought about you every single day. i didn't see your faces everywhere. i didn't seek for you in the crowd of strangers. i didn't drive aimlessly in the middle of the night just to reminisce those gone days.
you were out of my life. because everytime i fell into his arms, i felt right where i belonged.