“Remember when we were kids?”
I smiled at the thought realizing how long it has been. I nod in realization while trying to suppress my tears from falling down. “Yes, I do.”
“I used to knock on your door twice.”
I do remember, then I’d ask who’s there…
“Then you’d ask ‘who’s there?’ when you clearly know that it’s me.”
You were the only person who knocks twice on my door.
“I keep on asking you why do you always ask when it’s only me who knocks twice on your door? They all knock thrice, but I only knock twice.”
Because I love the sound of your voice when you say your own name.
“Every single time you ask, I’d answer ‘It’s XXX.’ I don’t know, it’s like something we share between the two of us. Me knocking on your door twice, then you’d ask who is it, then I’d say my name.”
It’s always like that.
“It’s always like that, right? Then you’d open the door for me and let me in.”
I laughed at the memories, those were all good times.
“We’d play with whatever comes into our minds back then.”
Yes, but you loved it whenever we paint.
“I don’t know if you noticed it but, I really loved it when we paint.”
I did. I did notice it.
“Those were all in the past… Right now, I’m knocking straight into your heart. ‘Knock knock’.”
Tears… I can’t hold it back anymore. With my voice shaking, I said “Who’s there?”
I smiled at him. “If it’s you, then there’s no doubt, I’d open the door.”
He touched my hand as he said, “From now on, I’ll always be inside your heart.”
I held back his hand. I never want to let it go. I couldn’t let it go.
“I’m sorry I won’t be able to knock in the future anymore.”
I looked at him and saw him smiling at me with tears in his eyes. He never cried!
“But I promise that I’ll always be watching you. I’m inside your heart, remember? I’d only come out if it’s the right person.”
You are the right person for me. “Stop, don’t do this…” I said, still with tears flowing from my eyes.
“I… was never the right person for you. I’m sorry… and I love you.”
I looked at him one last time, straight into his eyes… He was smiling. But before I could say those words, the line already went flat.
I tightened my grip of his hands… “I love you too… and I’ll miss you.”
It was all too late.
THIS SERIOUSLY MADE ME
CRINGE TO THE NTH POWER.