And he wait there with his gaze glued on his shoes. Streetlights lit on one by one. With the flowers he has been kept for 3 hours, he sniffs it for the umpteenth time. Red roses would never really die.


For a boy who is accustomed to baggy pants and sweaty shirt, he proclaimed to challenge himself to be in a decent suit right only for someone who he thinks deserve this look.

He glances at his wristwatch again, and again. If he could kill the time in his gaze, he would having a new wristwatch now. The seat he is sitting on become phenomenally uncomfortable for him to sit. 

"rain rain please go away"
It is not raining. He closes his eyes with a burden above his eyebrows, he imagines Clare in a white knee-length dress and a smile with the same color with her dress. He smiles a bit and suddenly it fades away. 

He opens his eyes.

As he heard a car crash.

It was nothing but Clare herself trying to disenchant him from his imagination. Clare wears a purple knitted top and an exclusive peached jeans because it is so unwise for wearing a thin dress during the winter.

She smiles warmly without asking why. Ben seems to detected disappointment through Clare's watery eyes. Or was she worn out and yawned.

The cafe itself looks sad and depressed. It is not crowded in Monday night, in fact, they could notice everyone that is there each time they look around.

"How long have you been waiting for me?"
"2 hours."
lie. That's what everyone do to free someone from being guilty. Even though Ben could decrease it to just 1 hour. He doesn't want it to be sounds so fake. 

"I am sorry for that."
Ben shakes his head and smiles,

"i could wait for you for another 24 hours." Now his joke seems bitter.


augh.. *slightly drag my brain 340degree*
No.. i stop. I write anything and anytime i want. For now i have no ideas left inside my slippery brain. 
I've wasted so much ballad songs for ideas. For anything i thought i could describe better in words. But all of them only described better inside my head, on the screen you are seeing it vaguely right in front of your shining eyes with brown and gray and a bit rain drops. Then it begins to give you smells. Rain smells caused by bacteria.

Time doesn't really help me in arranging this story of someone who is never exist before. Even you've never imagine their face in specific details. Their sounds might be provokingly perfect in their ears or perhaps they imagine someone who is so lovable. Even when TV screen shows a different humanly person with the one inside their dream.

Even the stars won't blink any once.
Stop living in lies. They are beautiful but fake. How about once accepting your flaws, they are not gonna be there forever. They might leave once you accepting them.