You got me.

My heart skip a beat.

I know this feeling, but I'm not prepared.


I'm standing here hiding what I'm feeling inside but it's failing. Your constant question "It's me, right?" makes me shiver and all nervous.

You tilted your head and give me a light kiss. I chuckeled softly. Time has then stopped moving for us when you held my hand. I paused a moment. Is this what I really want? Just then, your body started to slowly vanish. Your grip became tighter. It felt like you wanted to tell me something. As your fingers slowly let loose, a tear drop. The last feature I saw of you was that beautiful angelic smile that you own.

I love you. Thank you. Good-bye.

But, I'm not ready to say "Good-bye".


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