Some blonde girl

How peculiar? Sometimes I feel everything, sometimes I feel none.

But everytime when we're one, there's a feeling. There's hope that someday, we might get back to where we were before.

There's a hope that the distance between us will shorten.

There is a hope that we would be as close as we were before, in touching distance.

But it feels like that little hope withers away day after day. Leaving only a little.

Too many things are going after. The past is almost forgotten. The feelings, the memories, are long gone.

But maybe, I stand a chance. If not, someday, you'll be holding the hand of some blonde girl.