hey mister,
guess our book has no more pages to be written,
i thought this will be the best history book i will ever have
and you proved me i was wrong.
but its okay,'cus i know you and i will find a new blank page to be written of someday,
sooner or latter.
what i want you to know,
eventho this book isnt a fairy story but what happend inside is beautiful,
i gave the best idea for every piece chapter.
i spent most of my imagination to make the best story of the year.
tell you the truth, in the begining we started to write this book, i knew that it will end like this,
and if you do remember,i told you how doubt i am to keep on writing.
but you told me that no matter what,
you won't ever stop,
and its grew my hope, yes it did.
your words grew my hope.
But then,i know sometimes we cant realy guess where the wind will blow the broken leafs away,
so i guess,you forget about what uve said.
you stopped talking words,and my hope turned down low.
I think our story has the best feeling and complicated plot that made people keep on asking,
"How's your book gonna be?"
I always said,this book is alluring, so many emotions and romantic,
like living in the sky above,
so high and we forgot how high we've been fly.
but somehow,i dont know how that whirlwind wipe us away
,the rain was falling and we have no shelter to cover the raindrops,
our wings are broken cus of the twistter.
and we were about to fall to the ground.
Our book is wet, damaged and torn,
and the ink was fade away, we cant see the script anymore
cus every letter seems so blur.
We started to blame each other when the one that has to be blamed is no one but the wicked whirlwind.
It wasn't us, it was the whirlwind.
We shouldve prepared,we shouldve known.
Why we were not that strong?
How do the wicked whirlwind won?
I thought our book has written by the best ink
the strongest feeling,
i thought nothing's gonna torn us apart,
not that whirlwind,not that rain,
i thought we were not gonna fall apart even our wings are broken.
But i guess,we should stop keep on wondering,
there's no turn back cus our book is too decayed to be seen.
but we do have choicess and you know what the choicess are,
when one day we know what to do,
give back those words and turn my hope high again.
until that time, lets create our own stories,
but not with another writter.
so,mister,
goodbye for now.
:)
