Juliet, Elizabeth... those fancy names of a pain-staking, lovely novels are all unnecessary; what we need now is only the story between us – trust, belief, and sincerity are things that only matters to put an end to this story.

Umbrellas, rain boots, scarfs, backpacks, and necklaces were all blue that day – especially, yours – Once yours were dazzled under the orange sunlight, sparkling throughout the empty spaces between us, dancing into my ears, whispering your delighted happiness, although vague. Truly, vivid trembles were inside my fingers, as if they are stamped inside the beats of my heart. Never to be dampened, I drew every minute details of your memory till I even forget those of me. What if the time stopped there, without lengthening numerous sweetness, happiness, and sadness.

Never thought of the strong headed, obstinate, fastidious characters of yourself. But, time, the revengeful one that was jealous of every jovial moments inside single breathe, has changed the picture, maybe. From there, my eyes couldn’t see nothing but blue of yours, evilness of yours. Did blue came from evilness? Strange, still, but the fact is – the vivid things of yours have changed into blue. Monotone, no differences in the particles of its color, no cracks were permitted in the stable blue. What if I saw a one, one difference in yours. Maybe I would still be drawing your memories in mine, instead of writing this letter.

I believe you wouldn’t be surprised this after reading this. Thinking backwards, I bet I have seen your trembling eyes and static heartbeats when I was suffering from trembling heartbeats and static eyes. The fragrance has made me adamant. What if your odor was less intense thus made me to stop at the moment. It proved to be impossible, but still, I wish.

Odorless flower and colorless ore seem to turn vague. Condescending eyes are nevertheless significant. Your eyes were filled with indifferent hatred scrambled upon pity remained at least, it is now comprehensible sorrow, now understandable sigh. What if you had sighed first, before myself. Why did you keep holding this?

Right here, you told me that ‘Estrangement is the stinkest inendurance’. I couldn’t find out what it means then, but I now know. What if I knew it first before you let me know.