this. is. random.

RUN. (for you, who used to run)

I used to belive that you were somewhere, running straight to me. I used to tell you to don’t stop running. But now, I’d like to believe that you stop running already. I’d rather believe that now, you run for your life. And I don’t even matter. Because it’s all the same If I’m a part of your life. you know, IF I am big enough part of your life, you would come right in front of me, and let me run with you. But if I’m not, I’m just gonna standing still, waving goodbye, watching you shine bright.

Do I have to run to you? Basically, I do really hate running, but I’ve ran for you. Well, I’ve ran far enough. Maybe you just didn’t notice—you’re so far.. so…that…now I just need to stop, for a moment, to be able to see your direction. So that I can decide, to go running with you, or running for my own life, after that waving goodbye-watching you shine bright. Yes, run for my own life, to a kinda opposite direction from yours.

But I’ve got something to ask,

when it’s happening,

while I’m running,

will you let me to look back, sometimes?