Paris in Flames

is it the distance which made us end all our dreams, or perhaps the lack of communication which made the both of us long for each other, or the countless fights which made us weep until we fall asleep?

none of this really matter anymore, for i am the one who should be blamed, "i'm sorry" has been a worn out word for the both of us now, what's left now is just a plain and simple goodbye...


i never really had the courage to ask you these questions because i know they would all just be irrelevant for a person who'll walk the aisle in just a few days from now, but still i couldn't help but ask myself; would he look at you the way that i looked at you? would he need you more than i needed you, would he write you letters everyday with the words "i love you" written on it, would he embrace you like a little baby when you're cold, would he record his voice saying how much you mean to him and make it his ringing tone, would he keep pictures of you and stare at it every night before going to sleep, these are questions which i hope would be answered not by words but by actions wherein i could see that he is indeed the better man...

i never knew that it would be like this, nobody told me, i guess nothing really stays the same, we move on and look forward and not to dwell on yesterday rather use it to build a better future, goodbye's maybe the perfect words for me now, as you wear your gown and as your friends cheer for you, and your family ready to accept this man as your beloved husband may it all be filled with laughters and unending joys, i will miss you so much, and if by chance fate would smile upon us again and let us see each other for the coming years i do hope that you would look at me as someone who almost painted a masterpiece with you, as someone who almost finished a novel with you.