The Diary of a Late Bloomer (2)

Even today I still recall

Shining so brightly, the image is burned deep inside of my memory


When things no longer the same

I see there future possibilities with him. I can see myself spending time for hours, talking about serious to mere things. But things no longer the same now, feelings can never stay the same, it has its own high and low. I thought you were the one, my destined hero, ever since you made appearence. I wish at that time, universe would bring us closer. And it has been a while, but it is no longer the same. It may be because we let it hidden for too long, but it is none of us to be blamed. 


Confession to Broken Lady (12)

Is there any body going to listen to my story?

All about the girl who came to stay


The way Aomame and Tango united at last, much as it bored me the slowly progressing pace, but it tells through the passing time, even in the oddest possible ways: what meant to be, meant to be. It shouldn’t be that fast, but he left me unintended remark, only to awe me, only to have me further rethought of every two cents, and only to make know myself better; of what is a matter of significant important and what is not worth a thought .” 

In between remembrance, she walked the her thought once passed in tandem with the soul she adored, she remembered every chunk of memories she once had on word detail; exchanged outlooks and casted joking. She had enough in remembrance to end it always with a light smile. 

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (1)

Just like a summer breeze,

I still can remember

The gentleness of your smile

Would you mind?
Someday, if ever I forgot the days. Would you mind to come again? Would you mind to once again try to get me? Would you mind to remind me what was forgotten? I’d like to know about you once again, I’d like to have another and many others shared days. I’d love a chance to know you, like I have never known you.

Would you?