As I walked, I began to remembered things I’ve been longing to forget.

Here in this sidewalk, I waited for a long time.

I waited, and waited, but he, whom I’ve been waiting to see, never come.

It’s been five years.

Yet I keep coming back here.

Almost everyday for the past five years I’ve return, again and again.

At this exactly spot at this sidewalk, I stopped.

Looking right and left, stand still for five minutes, and then I would walked away.

I knew he will never come.

Deep down I’m sure, he will never return.

But my heart seemed to refused to believed.

I’ve waited five whole years.

Another five minutes everyday, for the rest of my life, seemed reasonable enough.

Although the pain inside me, cuts deeper and deeper by the day, after those each and every five minutes.

I couldn’t breath for a while.

But then I continue with my day.

For tomorow I’ll come back.

Just to make sure, that maybe, just maybe, he’ll be there, waiting for me.