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Another smooth Sunday afternoon. Sitting in the front of the house. Listening to the relaxing jazz melody from the speaker. Guitar, piano, or the combination. Seems like everything is allright. Calm down and take a breath slowly. Thinking that there is nothing can bother me this time, even if it just my headache or flu. Now, just my math, my handphone, the condition around me, and me.

And....... again, as always as if I'm doing my math, I remember about you. And those memories just swimming accross my mind, asking, "Why the hell is everything remind me about you?"

Your competition, your school's problem, your friends, your world, your things... anything that you've shared to me, or anything that you've showed... so many! Or someone that accidentally came to me and told me every inch about you.

I want to move on, really. I don't want to be sad when in the reality, you'll choose her than me. I don't want you to tell me all the stories you have, or take me to the deep of your mind.... I don't want it anymore. *sigh*

At this point, I must walk to the different way.