chaos

Don't you find that we like that music-player's button?

We play because of it is time to start.

We pause because of the previous.

We stop because of something is going to end.

Then.

We go next with someone else.

Here is the last message for you.

Hey, should we do it like these?

Monday, I miss you.

Tuesday, I miss you.

Wednesday, I miss you.

Thursday, I miss you.

Friday, I miss you.

Saturday, I miss you.

Sunday, I take a rest.

Next week is your turn to miss me.

Just wanna to tell you something.

If the distance between us is 1000 steps.

You only need to finish a single leg's walk.

Since the another 999 steps I will complete for you.

But. what is more?

For all I know that....

3.30's coffee

This is the right time for a cup of coffee.

With music which is blue.

3.30, I with my coffee.

but you?

I even don't know where are you.

After all.

Even crying i also need to smile.

Even smiling i have to continue.

There is so many ways to say these 3 words.

But who knows that this is not the most romantic things.

Since it is easy to say out these but not "Together".

In addition,

Will you miss?

Or miss occasionally?

That all promises you own me before?

For now.

That song we listened and that day we handed out,

They make me sad. and sorrow.

I miss you. But, I missed you...

It is 3.30 p.m. In starbucks.

That couple chair is no more belong to us.

Siting at a part of corner.

I erase the name from the wall.

I was ordered a coffee.

It is mine.

yet, I am yours.

But, your coffee belongs to whom?

You are drinking my coffee.

The Irich that I have ordered.

It is yours.

I belong to myself.

But, For whom you belong to?

There is an another coffee on the table.

A cup of Caramel Macchiato.

It is not yours.

It is not mine, too.

I am not belonging to anyone now.

But you, is belonging to whom?

Did you get my mail?

Did you get my mail?

That all about a game.

It makes two strangers become couple.

Then return the couple to strangers agian.

It is all about the love.

I write all the thing about you in a notebook.

The only reason is no reason.

Since no reason is also a reason.

I view all the quetions that about our break up.

The only answer is no answer.

Because no answer is also an answer.

I destroy all the gift that you gave to me. And mention to all that I will be fine.

So the only problem is no problem. Due to no problem is the biggest problem.

Well, those just the mood swings.