Chance.
“What if i’m actually use my chance to tell him everything?” I always see him in the crowds, no matter how many people were there my eyes would always land on him. The butterflies came out again, i always happy to know that you were there around me. We got close, we talked to each other, or maybe it just me who felt happy to get this chance. It hurts me when i realize that i didn’t brave enough to push my luck, to payed off the nine months i’ve been waiting. I’m a coward, until now we got worse to the end, we become stranger again. I’m sorry. At the very end i will regretting this, but i need time. And when i’m ready, ill tell you everything. I promise our goodbyes is going to be a good end.