Yuri's World
You came in a sudden, when I was remembering him. You asked me why, and with no hesitate, I told my story with him to you! Almost all! Oh my God, we hadn’t met at all that time. How can I told you, while usually I shared my story only to someone I really close to.
Day by day, we became close enough although we hadn’t met. And until I met you for the first, you were so welcome and…..I feel, ‘you can become my good friend’.
First you seems really care to me. But someday I don’t know why, I think you had changed. Dunno why. Your message and your atitude were different, not like before.
Until that day come, your special day. Honestly, I have made my mind. ‘if you still like that, I will stop contacting you.’ I didn’t contact you first again because I don’t wanna you judge me as an agressive girl. Where’s my pride as a girl?
But you then told me that when you shush me, you only wanna know my reaction. You told me nothing wrong with me. And you told me you wanna we become like before. Ok I think it’s finish and we still can contact each other.
No messages. No mentions. No calls. You still shush me. Now I dont know what to do. I get angry. Why?! If something wrong with me, please tell me! Don’t make me think bad about myself. Am I doing something wrong to you? If yes, it’s my pleasure if you tell me.
Until when this condition will be? One day? One week? One month? One year? Or forever?
By myself,
Yuri
This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you.
Please don’t be in love with someone else.
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.
Please don’t be in love with someone else.
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.
— Taylor Swift - Enchanted —
My pen has run out its ink. So I can’t continue to write our story anymore. Ah, wait! Our story? I don’t think so. It’s your story, not ours. My story about you, dear. And now, because I decide not to love you anymore, my pen’s ink reaches its limit. Already exhausted.
Yulia Fadilah (during English Try Out. January 28th, 2012)
Paris in Black and White by Damien Vassart | via: mymodernmet.com


