
Point of View Talent
The same place, the same path but a different story. I haven't been to this mall in a long time. Maybe it wasn't this big. A few years ago it was not completed.
Is there anyone who does something like me in this world? Remembering the story of the past, whether silly or stupid. I don't know either. My feet kept moving to every place where the memory was. It was a very, very majestic feeling, but it felt empty and mortal. I love this love, but my logic may be against this.
This majestic feeling just appeared. As if for no reason. I myself also do not know for sure how this feeling can arise. This feeling still exists must be tens or even hundreds of full moon has passed. I don't know what this is called love? As mentioned in the songs and romance novels?
It is still clearly written in my memory. About your shadow. Although the time in the round could never be stopped, but my memory seemed to be stopped on all those memories. I don't know if I can call this memory a memory. How's it going? Do you still remember me for even a moment? If I had told you before, could this story have changed?
This feeling is still the same. I also don't know why this feels as if it's timeless. You could say you're the man I dreamed of. Although tens or even hundreds of full moons have passed, but I still remember you often. Praying for you in every prayer. I can't meet you in person. Let alone meet, chat alone never.
I can only look at your pictures from social media. Keeping a hidden feeling is excruciating. If I had told you before, could this story have changed? But I wasn't that brave before.
I don't know why my heart led me to this place. This is the second place I went after my parents. Rexford, how are you? Are you still like you used to be? My feet kept going, trying to recall every memory of it. This place is a witness, a witness as I harbor that hidden sense. Honestly, it felt like I wanted to shout out what was inside my heart. Just two simple words, 'I like you'. A simple word to imagine but very difficult to say.
Accompanied by a Korean song titled from my idol boyband that I heard through this wireless earphone, I set my foot to continue down this place. This song really represents what I feel. I believe that my encounter with her is a story of a beautiful destiny. My heart can't afford to lie, I love Rexford. But, what is my day. My life story is not as beautiful as the story in the romance novel with the happy ending. Rexford I don't think I have any feelings for me.
In the past of course I wanted to chase, I wanted to express my feelings. But what is my day. If I tell you what if Rexford keeps me away? What about me later? I don't deny, if I'm among the people considered smart in my class. What if I was just a laughingstock? I fear. This self is cowardly. But, if I used to say this feeling could this story be about to change? I don't know the answer to that until now either.
Like the lyrics of the Korean song I heard, I can only harbor this feeling. In fact, even until graduation, Rexford did not know this. I want to let go and get rid of this taste. But it's hard, it's very difficult.
"Yes, Yaya." I heard a familiar voice in my ear. It was a voice that was still clearly stored in my memory and my heart. I recognized that voice immediately. I don't know why my steps continue to lead me toward the source of the voice.
At one of the food stands, two people sat facing each other. They are eating together. Could it be him? What if it's just the wrong guy? Could I have hallucinations? Never mind, I better make sure. My feet kept stepping towards the source of that voice.
"Sorry, you're Rexford right?" ask me to vent.