To You, in The Future

"Hey!"

I'll never forget how you yelled at me that time. Under the tree. In the parking lot of my uni.



I turned my head just to find you, holding your phone, just like me, exchanging messages trying to find each other's position. As that was our first encounter anyway.

I couldnt find you but I saw your taxi was getting away. Glad you called me.

You were wearing a pair of nice jeans, stripes t-shirt underneath the dark blue sweats. I wore my grey cardigan, black jeans, and a white t-shirt.


My first impression was, you look better in real life than your photos. Much better.
I didnt even recognize if it was you.

You came with your heavy bag, then I thought about fetching you right to my place. But I dont know how.

I borrowed a friend's motorcycle and I rode dreadfully. In the end you were the one behind the steer when we tried to return it. Suprisingly to me, you drove it expertedly.

Then we sat down in my uni cafeteria, you were looking at my Kanji workbook. You apologized for coming early, when you supposed to arrive two hours later. And I had class when you came.

Without planned out, I dragged you into my class. Yeah, we were accidentally having English class together. You stole the name of my absent friend, so the prof wouldnt be suspicious about you.

Our first encounter was so weird.

Then we watched a movie, it was Iron Man. And we had dinner. We had Japanese salad with tako, I remember you couldnt finish the bowl.

I always been a pimp and I just, held your hand as we walked down the escalator, without knowing your actual feelings for me. I just did that because it was fun, to be flirtatious.

I didnt know that you actually had fallen for me since, long time ago, before we even met, when you read my fanfictions.

I hated you so much because I thought you were just like other silent readers that trying to get close to me just because I was, well, kind of famous. That's what you said.

I never knew that one day I would fall for you. It was so random. Our moments were random. You and me were random.

Well those moments were beautiful. Yesterday I just passed by the tree where we met and I cried because, I suddenly remembered your voice when you called me for the first time.

But what's over is over. And memories remain memories. You cant repeat the past.

I just feel like writing it because bearing them alone is hard.

I miss your good mornings and good nights.