I wanted you to know.

Today, I went to the saloon, cut the hair like the way it was when I first met you.

It felt like everything has gone back in time. Of cause, it was just a sheer simulation, a wishful thought, but it felt right, cozy. I was still the college kid back then who was eager for a driving license, and you were still the girl who studies next door down the hallway.

I wanted you to know, the hallway we walked together after our classes, the brief conversation we exchanged along the way, were the things that I used to live for everyday in my life.

The day you left, a lil part of me died. I can no longer be as cheerful as I used to be. But to tell you the truth, some part of me will always live for the traces you left behind. I open up the closet, I see you wiping your mouth with every single piece of my clothes. It doesn't feel right anymore when the coffee is void of melt chocolate.

Everytime when all these memories rekindled, I cant help but to feel an uplift on my cheek. And at the same time, it cracks a lil bit inside because even after so long, these nice feelings can still somewhat find their relevance to you.

I wanted you to know, you used to mean the world to me, where I'd stop you right there and then to whisper I love you.

I wanted you to know, the day you decided to turn your back on me, you'll never again receive the kind of endearment that I could offer.

I wanted you to know, I will not and never want to rewrite this story with you. Let memories be memories. And if one day our roads happen to criss-cross, I hope the road you picked serve you just as great as mine.

Today, I went to the saloon, cut the hair like the way it was when I first met you.

Not because I missed you, but because I have finally found my solace and moved on to a happier place.

Note to all: I did not write this regarding anyone, but if u can find relevance to this post, then maybe, it was written for u.

If you truly love a person, set her free. If she comes back, she's yours. If she doesn't, maybe because she doesn't belong to you at the first place.