The day after tomorrow.
Through this day, you absconded with my heart. Tearing me slowly apart, with your eyes trembling, and ready to let me go. And I, always ready. Waiting for you to revert to someone who you was.
Today you said goodbye, but still my arms are open for you. Let me remind you the things that we have done together. Those nights that was deleterious for me to face, you protected me. Those days when I was facing dilemmas, you solved it for me. At times that I was facing almost my death, you tried to make me live. You succeed, and we somehow relished life.
Tomorrow, I know that there will be no more you. But still my arms will be open. I am still expecting you to be sufficed with what I reminded you. Because I am whom you dreamt, and you, You are the one that I still dream for.
The day after tomorrow will be hard for me to let go, every other day would be a living death for me. But these things will only be impertinent to your eyes; I am no longer the one you wanted. I am now the one you have found, and let go, than losing around somewhere. You lost me, because you let go. And I will never be found by you. Because I know that you will never try to.