At that time, I saw you from the screen on my TV and admired every humor you said. Until finally, I met you in a cafe and watched you on that small stage holding the mic while delivering the jokes. We shook hands with each other, and that was the first time we knew each other.
It doesn't feel like, we're getting closer. We played together, chatted about unimportant things, or I remember the nights you took me home while I hugged you on your cafe-racer motorbike. I remember too your gentle stroke of my hair or your warm hug in backstage at the end of the competition you joined, while your friends watched us.
Even though I hoped at that time I wanted to express my feelings to you. But the more I showed my feelings, the more you kept your distance from me. It seems my love for you never came true. My silence and harbored feelings for you, in the end, ended bitterly. You choose someone you just know, decide to have a love story with her, and end this relationship without a start. To this day, we don't even know each other anymore.
