I once know a girl back in my school days. We were good, we were fine. Until she left me a note on an A5 paper saying paragraphs that I have saved her life. On half of the second year, she left me to moved to a new place. I have loved her all of my life and have always tried to keep her close. In the way, I failed a little. June, I miss her. And until now, I'm still wondering what I have to do to see her smile again just like when we ran through the school alleys barefooted running from the teachers. (She smiled so brightly blinding she glows like the sun infront of me.)

June, please pray that I’d see her again? To see that smile and all the fun we’ve been into. I miss every single part of her that'd I wish was mine to keep.

I wish I could've turn back time and beg the Gods to give us more time. But I didn't pray, not even a little. Because I didn't have the bravery of a devotee to ask God for everything I wanted. For me, to ask for time is a selfish plea.

And I too had wish I actually got the courage to ask her how she's been doing, but I don't. I'm sorry. (I have loved her for all my life, and now I have spent the days with her absence lingering as the sun rays struck my windows every single morning. Everything about the sun, the sky, the sea, will always reminds me of her)

June, I still don't know which part of her life I've saved. But I'm really glad I did.

(Do you think she'd keep me too if she had the chance to?)