our broken promises

So each post under this label is actually a treasure box of memories, unsent love letters and a declaration of love. A love that died too soon, like a withering red-rose in a garden of blissful colors.

"Hide the petals underneath the bedroom floor, and they will wither without fail or succes"

That was my favourite line of a song. You laughed at me for beng obsessed with that song. The fact was, you laughed at me all the time...the kind of laughters i'd never see in others. And somehow t made me warm, Ciel. Yes, from now on your name is Ciel...let's make it deal because i'm just too afraid to call your real name. I still remember the thing you told me decades ago-that we actually realize each time someone calls our name. The Universe works in a strange way, you said. We don't only communicate in words, our minds also sends information to others. Ah, maybe it's like a story in "History of Love". Alma gave a string to her lover when she was about to fly over the ocean-so that they could communicate without being listened by others. maybe the string is still our hand, we just failed to feel it. If it's right, i'm afraid that you realize that i think about you all the time.

I don't know, i never understood about it. To be honest, i never really understood about many things you told me. They were all interesting, indeed. But i thought somehow there's a gap between our minds-or our intelligence that i could never cover. But i kept listening to you-i just liked the way you told stories. Your eyes would stare at a place far away that only you who could see-and you would be lost in your words. Unlike that cold smart & tough face you always showes-you would look like someone else each time you spoke about something deep inside your mind. And i heart you for being like that.

"Our love story was the most romantic tragedy ever...do you remember"

There were laughters, dreams, and the unspoken promises between a sad girl who was just growing u and a guy with thousands thoughts in mind. We used to walk under the stars-no hand in hand, just side by side. You told me the name of the stars-and i would be bubbling about the stories behind them. You would smile all the time-i knew you have heard all the stories, maybe long time before i realized that the sky's beautiful. And without words, we would promise each other that we would be under the same cloud-the next Thursday.

And then came the the time when we both forgot to come and save our Thursdays (or my Thursdays. I came and saw no you...than i left and never came back. You came and knew that i wouldn't come, but you kept standing there-only that time not with me, you would call someone else to walk beside you. Now, i'm words...words away from you. Too many broken promises between us that we couldn't make it better again. I still love you-and i know you still feel it too. But the world is just........

"But how could a promise be broken if it's never being spoken?"