Kenapa Dya bitter (2)

We aren't close.

We rarely talk to each other.

But we shared glances.

You stared at me and vice versa. 

I don't really like you, nor having any intention to have conversation with you. 

But one day, I fell from my chair, because I was too eager catching few butterflies. 

Too excited that both my knees bleed, tore. 

I cried, loud. 

So loud no one would ever wanna sit beside me but you.

You gave me the butterflies you caught. 

And since then, we shared smiles.

We became close.

You and your blue desk and I with my lovely red chair.

Things went fast; seconds to hours to years.

We grew up but we didn't give up. 

We still eat together, walk together, play together, share things with each other. 

We were happy, I know we were. 

Until,

One day,

The time you met me at our usual place, you held my hands and planted a kiss on my cheek, you said:
"Take care and be safe, I know you, you will be fine"
And you went away.

Leaving me with my little red chair,
to be with someone with dark hair.

(a repeated event)

SHIT.