BLACK MEMORY
Knowing your black history wasn’t part of my plan.
I don’t want to know about it, but still I have to ‘listen’ to it.
By knowing it, doesn’t meant I will pull myself from you.
But it’s turn round, I want to get closer to you.
I can’t even force myself to hate you because I myself had deep fallen in love with you.
I accept you and yourself since I had decided to give you my love.
Knowing your bad history makes me think of myself.
Everything that happened has its own reason.
It does remind me about My 4th August Tragedy. The Tragedy had changed me a lot. I know how hurt it is. So, please dear... never think like I don’t understand your situation. I understand it better than myself. Whenever I recall the Tragedy, it hurts me deep inside my heart.
Honestly, once I saw you shed your tears... my heart hit.
I never expected to see you cried in front of me.
Listened to your story make me bad.
Seems I force you to tell me that.
Pffh! Dugaan.
I learnt something,
once you left upshot to someone... when you met them again, they’re different.
I am so sorry B... I disappointed you with my STUPID QUESTION. I knew I shouldn’t asked you the Q. I am so sorry. Really SORRY B.
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