Showing posts with label heart's fragment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart's fragment. Show all posts

Monday, 13 July 2015

HF; Stabbed

You dream a weird dream. Weird, because you rarely dream. Weird, because the content of your dream itself is too incoherent to decipher, even by you.

You awaken by the dream, which you hope was going to stay that way - stay as a dream. Only a dream.

---

You look at his smiling face, which had never failed to create this warm and fuzzy feeling inside you. The face that never fail to cultivate butterflies inside you. You're so drunk in love, yes you know that, which is weird too because people tend to not realizing their drunkenness.

You look at his hand that he held out for you. You look at him with questioning look and he just smile and took a hold of your hand instead, eagerness shown on his face. He pulls you towards him and you stumbled on his chest with an "omph" and he just smile his stupid smile and you fall again.

You're not easy to fall in love to, but when you do, you fall hard.

He twirl around while embracing you. His hold on you is not too tight, but you know that he’ll never let you fall or hurt because of him. His smile is showing his utmost teeth; showing his happiness.

“You kinda smile like a drunkard.” You commented carelessly after the spinning and twirling subdued. You lean close to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat surrounding you. You’re a drunkard too, you realized. You’re drown in happiness that makes you think that nothing matters in this world other than him and you.

His reply was just a simple peck on the temple of your head. You just scoot closer to him (if that even possible) holding his waist tighter.

You feel like the world is yours.

---

Your hands in his', while he drag you across the hallway to the departing gate. Both of you are running out of time to chase the plane, the result of sleeping late despite knowing having an early flight the next day.

But it's okay, you remind yourself. Things will be okay, you remind yourself again. It always had.

Your mind runs to what happened a few weeks ago, when he shove two holiday tickets on your face.

---

You just look at him dumbly, unable to process the object that just been shoved to your face.

"It's our anniversary present," he said, while he rub his nose a few times, a habit that you think never fail to make your heart flutter.

You read details on the tickets, flight ticket to an island, a vacation island. Perfect for unwind. "Why all of sudden, though?" You asks, despite knowing his tendency to do things out of blue.

He just shrugged and collect all of you in a tight bear hug. "Just because." He lean closer, if it's even possible, to give butterfly kisses on your head.

---

"Faster." Somehow, you are the one that dragging him right now. You could feel that he tried to catch you up, but you could also feel his tiredness. He's grip on your hand is not as firm as before.

You turn when your body jerk to a sudden stop. His grip on yours suddenly gets too tight that it started to hurt, and you turn around only to be embraced by him.

"What-?" You return his hug, but shocked when your hand met something wet, sticky, and hot from his back. You bring your hand to your face, to your eye, silently praying that whatever you think it is, is not...

"Min?" Your voice cracked upon seeing your hand, full of blood. Your lover had been stabbed.

"Min?" You call again. You bring both of your hand, full of blood to his face and you could feel tears welling in your eyes.

"Be happy." He mouthed to you, slowly.

Monday, 27 May 2013

HF; Simple.

I ran as fast as I can after jumping from my car along the shore, looking for you. Only God knows how worried I am when I received a simple text message from you. Too simple; that I can’t decipher it without thinking the worst situation ever.

I need you, I’m at the shore.

I ran to you; you looking into the sea with nothingness in your eyes and that sight itself make my heart ache – so very much. I don’t know why.

You turn and look at me when you realized that I’m coming to you – for you – and you can’t even smile to me like you use to. I know you want to cry, I could see tears in the brims of your eyes but you don’t, you can’t let your ego down, especially not in front of me. Definitely.

I slowed down my steps – feeling me legs turn weaker by each seconds past – before I kneel beside you, both my hand reaching out yours.

“What happened?” my voice is too low even for me, but you – you are the one that could always understand about me even without me saying it verbally.

You pull me to sit beside you. You just reach me and lean your head a little to my shoulder. It feels weird because I’m way too short – too small, compared to you – but it feels good at the same time too. It’s weird; I can’t describe this feeling at all.

“What happened?” I repeat, this time a little louder.

You smile, I could hear it in your voice. “I got into a fight with dad. Quite a huge one too, unfortunately.” You finally say something, but it didn’t put me in ease. No, not at all. It makes me feels more miserable, especially because you’re smiling. You rarely smile.

“About what?” I hold your left hand tighter, hoping –praying- that it was just about some kind of stupid misunderstanding between you and your father.

You just smile while shaking your head slowly. I could imagine that. You, you always did it whenever you’re being like this, refusing to share your burden with anyone.

I sigh, and we stay like that for what it feels like eternity, until I realized that you’re crying. I could feel your tears wetting my shoulder, seeping through the t-shirt that I wear.

I reach for my handbag, searching for something. You turn and give me puzzling look while wiping your tears away.

When I found it, I smile. I give you one of the earpieces to my mp3. I blasted the songs to the maximum volume and put it into your left ear while putting the other in my right ear.

“Cry, cry if you want to, if you need to. Cry, without restraint. Cause I’ll be here, for you, forever.”

We lean at each other. In the end, we only had each other since we met each other. No one could change it.



“I won’t ever be able to reach my dream, ever again.” – the untold.

Saturday, 13 April 2013

sebab aku tahu perasaan betapa sunyinya bila bersendiri. seolah tak punya teman.

sebab itu aku taknak tengok dan taknak biarkan orang lain bersendiri. seolah tak punya teman.

sakit. perit. pedih. perasaan itu, semua aku dah rasa.



tapi dalam aku cuba menggembirakan orang lain, hati sendiri yang seolah ditikam dek belati berkali-kali.



sakit?

ah. macam kau tak pernah buat benda yang sama dulu. pada aku.



oh. aku belum lupa.

Friday, 29 March 2013

Sesuatu tentang: Memori.

Rabu (27 Mac 2013).

Tudung dipakai, hati bergetar. Peperiksaan akhir semester ini akan dimulakan dengan kertas pertama sebentar lagi. 

Tiba-tiba pintu bilik diketuk. Nita menjenguk ke dalam. Aku tahu dia mencari Aisyah, maka aku hanya senyum kerana Aisyah sedang solat ketika itu.

"Nabilah. Afiq, dia dah takde." Nita berkata, perlahan, namun jelas di gegendang telinga. 

Semangat aku terus terbang, entah ke mana.

"Siapa sampaikan?" Bibir terasa terketar-ketar, namun dikuatkan untuk bertanya. 'Ah, mungkin hanya khabar angin,' hati berbisik dan mengharap. 

"Wani. Baru baca dekat twitter tadi." Nita membalas.

Kaki dihayun ke bilik Wani, ingin bertanya. Namun sedikit hampa kerana Wani sedang solat. Kembali ke bilik, aku menegur Aisyah.

"Dengar Nita cakap tadi?"

Aisyah hanya mengangguk. Aku cuba senyum sambil berjalan ke meja study, ingin mengemas apa yang patut untuk ke dewan peperiksaan. Saat itu, air mata menitis tanpa dapat ditahan. Aku menangis teresak-esak. Ingatan dibawa ke semester dua, semasa kami masing-masing di bawah teater IMBAS. Kenangan demi kenangan menerpa ingatan.

Nina datang, memujuk. "Sabarlah Nabilah," diulang-ulang ke telinga aku.

---

Aku tahu petang yang sama, jenazah disolatkan di Pusat Islam UiTM, tapi aku tak mampu untuk datang melihatnya buat kali yang terakhir. Tak kuat. Gusar jika aku pergi, aku hanya memburukkan keadaan.

Aku juga tidak ikut untuk ke Kodiang walau diberitahu bas disediakan. Aku tak kuat. 

Aku ralat kerana hanya sempat menjenguk sekali sepanjang dia di hospital. 

Aku tahu, aku tak seharusnya rasa begitu. Tapi aku benar-benar tak punya kekuatan.



Dan kini...
Kenangan lalu terus memenuhi ingatan. 



Allahyarham Afiq Naqiuddin Bin Noordin.
Pemergian mu diiringi doa. 
Al-fatihah. 



notakaki: entri ini ditulis hanya sebagai ingatan kepada seorang rakan.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Something about: Sometimes,...

Sometimes, you just want to let things go.

Sometimes, you just want to give up.

Sometimes, you just put on strong facade so no one knows what you hold inside.

Sometimes, you embrace things despite you think that it is too much.

Sometimes, you smile because you are feeling helpless over things surrounding you.

Sometimes, you just want to walk away.

Sometimes, you think maybe it is better if you are no longer here.

Sometimes, you just want to end things up.


Monday, 6 August 2012

HF; Rindu

*kick kamu*

*lari*

*merajuk*

*pujuk*

*merajuk lagi*

*offer makanan*

*:'P*

"Jelir lidah panjang2 lagi. Potong mau?"

*:D*

"Kan comel bila senyum tu?"

===

ps; yang berlalu takkan berulang.

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Cerpen: Penakut Itu.

“AIRIL!!!” Hannah menjerit, geram. Di tangannya adalah buku nota subjek Fundamental of Marketing yang akan dihadirinya sebentar lagi. Atau sepatutnya. Buku yang asalnya berkulit putih itu kini penuh dengan lukisan keanak-anakan bercorak hati berwarna-warni. Dihempas buku itu -geram- ke dada bidang Airil.

Airil menyambut buku itu dengan kemas. “Whoa! Tak payahlah kau nak marah sangat, Hannah. Aku… Aku gurau je lah…” Airil mengangkat kedua-dua belah tangannya, mengaku bersalah sambil membuat muka sedih. Sebahagian besar dirinya tahu bahawa Hannah tidak akan melakukan apa-apa kepada dia.

Afzan yang berada di sebelah Airil yang pada awalnya terkedu dengan perilaku Hannah, kini tergelak besar. “Weh, kau Airil, agak-agaklah. Buku nota dia pun kau nak kacau jugak ke?” Afzan menumbuk lembut bahu kawan baiknya itu.

“Airil! Kau… Macam mana aku nak bawa buku ni pergi kelas, hah? Malulah aku…” Hannah mengetap bibirnya, menahan marah yang meluap-luap itu. Sebagai seorang yang agak dikenali umum sebagai seorang yang agak kasar -di mana Hannah selesa dengan persepsi sebegitu kerana kurang gangguan dari jantina berlawanan dengannya, terima kasih- dia punya imej yang harus dikekalkan.

“Nak aku belikan kertas pembalut ke? Aku balutkan, ye? Ala sayang bucuk bucuk, janganlah marah kita.” Airil memujuk.

Hannah mengangkat tangan, sedia menumbuk Airil di mana sahaja yang dia mampu lepaskan. “Habis aku nak pergi kelas ni macam mana entah?” Tangannya dijatuhkan ke sisi.

“Kau tahan sehari ni je, boleh? Kalau boleh, aku balutkan buku kau nanti cantik-cantik, lepas tu aku belanja kau makan, boleh?” Airil cuba memujuk.

“Domino’s.” Sepatah perkataan keluar dari mulut Hannah, menandakan dia tidak akan beralah.

“Okay okay~ Domino’s ye? Malam ni, ye?” Airil tersenyum lebar, Berjaya memujuk Hannah.

“Aku dengan Afzan punya. Kau bayar.” Hannah berkata sebelum berlalu pergi, tanpa memberi peluang untuk Airil tawar-menawar lagi.

“Alhamdulillah, rezeki aku makan free malam ni.” Afzan berkata dengan kuat, sengaja menyakitkan kati Airil.

“Habis lari budget aku minggu ni, oi!” Airil menumbuk bahu Afzan perlahan.

“Dah kau sengaja cari pasal dengan Hannah kenapa entah? Padan muka. Kau sendiri tahu yang dia takkan lepaskan kau senang-senang je, kan?” Afzan menjelirkan lidah.

“Hannah cantiklah bila dia marah.” Komen Airil.

Afzan menggelengkan kepalanya beberapa kali.

~♥≛♥~

Hannah menyuap sekeping pizza dengan rakus ke dalam mulutnya.

“Amboi anak dara. Makan molek sikit boleh?” Airil menegur Hannah yang makan dengan aksi kurang sopan.

Afzan ketawa sambil menghulurkan kertas tisu agar Hannah dapat mengelap sos tomato yang melekat di pipinya.

Hannah menjelirkan lidah. “Pasal kau lah orang ingat aku buang tabiat hari ini, tahu? Tak pernah-pernah aku pegang benda comel-comel ni. Tiba-tiba buku nota aku tu, haa… colourful habis. Pensyarah aku pun tegur buku nota aku tiba-tiba je berwarna-warni.” Hannah menunjukkan muka kegelian sewaktu mengingati peristiwa dalam kelas tengah hari tadi.

“Dah kau ni melekat dengan warna hitam je? Tak hitam, putih. Paling kurang pun warna kelabulah aku tengok kau pakai. Jumaat pergi kelas pakai jubah, hitam juga. Isnin je lah masa aku tengok kau pakai baju yang ada warna sikit.” Airil mengomel. “Comel lagi kau masa sekolah dulu.”

“Haaa, ye. Aku pun rindu jugak nak tengok kau pakai uniform ketupat tu ha.” Hannah menjuihkan bibir.

Uniform ketupat?” Airil dan Afzan saling berpandangan sebelum masing-masing ketawa.

Hannah mencebikkan bibirnya. “Betullah…”

Airil memegang kolar bajunya. “Uniform ketupat pun, aku tetap handsome, kan Hannah?” Airil mengenyitkan matanya.

“Ewww. Afzan handsome lagi dari kau, okay?” Hannah mencampakkan kertas tisu yang telah digunakan ke muka Airil.

“Hey! Sampai hati you buat I macam ni? You, you kata nak kahwin dengan I, kan? Macam mana you boleh cakap lelaki lain lagi handsome dari I? You dah tak cintakan I ke? Sampainya hatimu~” Airil menyanyikan bait lagu oleh kumpulan Spring ‘Sampai Hati’ sampai tapak tangannya diletakkan di dada, memimikkan muka terluka dengan komen Hannah itu.

Hannah hanya melayan kerenah Airil sambil menyambung bait lagu itu.

Afzan mengeluh. “Kau dengan kau ni, patutnya aku kahwinkan aje. Tau? Bikin sakit kepala aku je dekat dengan kau berdua ni, tau?”

Hannah tersenyum lebar. “Kalau dia kahwin dengan aku, Safirah kesayangan Airil tu nak campak mana entah?” Hannah mencuit bahu Afzan.

“Fira! Macam mana ni? Aku terlupa langsung nak call dia.” Airil menepuk dahi sampai tangannya meraba poket, mencari telefon tangan miliknya lalu terus mendail nombor teman wanitanya.

Hannah hanya senyum memandang Airil, sebelum mengalihkan pandang kepada Afzan. “Kan aku dah kata?” Hannah mengenyitkan mata, cuba menutup luka yang dalam dan tersembunyi.

“Hannah…” Afzan berbisik, namun Hannah hanya menggelengkan kepalanya beberapa kali.

~♥≛♥~

Afzan memberhentikan kereta tepat di hadapan rumah sewa Hannah.

Thanks, Afzan.” Hannah menanggalkan tali keledar.

I can’t quite get it. Thanks, for?” Afzan mencapai kotak rokok yang diletakkan di atas dashboard kereta itu.

For everything. Kau tahu kan apa yang aku maksudkan sebenarnya?” Hannah memandang Afzan, sayu.

Afzan menyalakan pemetik api dan mula menghisap rokok. “Yeah. That you let yourself be a fool. Kau biar je Airil buat apa pun dekat kau. Serius aku tak faham. Mana Hannah yang aku kenal? Fierce and full of self-confidence? Depan dia je, you turn into someone that aku rasa aku tak kenal langsung, kau tahu? Such things like love – relationship – hell, even marriage should never take as joke, Hannah. You’re wiser than that, girl. Bukan sekali dua dia bergurau macam tu dengan kau, Hannah. Dah berkali-kali sampai aku pun dah muak dengar gurauan bodoh macam tu.” Dia mencampakkan pemetik api itu, geram.

Hannah tertunduk dengan kata-kata Afzan itu. Hatinya mengakui betapa benar kata-kata sahabat baiknya itu.

“Berapa tahun?”

Hannah mengangkat kepala, tepat memandang Afzan. “Hm?”

“Berapa tahun dah kau simpan perasaan kau dekat dia?” Afzan menghuraikan persoalan yang bermain di kepalanya.

Hannah menghitung dalam kepala. “Dekat tujuh tahun dah kot?”

Afzan memandang hadapan, menguatkan hatinya untuk terus bertanya. “Macam mana kau boleh tahan? Siap kau boleh tolong dia pikat Safirah lagi? Dekat tujuh tahun, maksudnya kau dah ada perasaan dekat Airil masa kau tolong dia pikat Safirah, kan? Aku pun baru perasan akhir-akhir ni.” Afzan menggeleng kesal.

Hannah mengangguk, setuju.

Why did you even do that for him? Bukannya dia kisah. Bukannya dia tahu. And he certainly won’t acknowledge about your feelings towards him.” Afzan menghisap rokoknya dalam-dalam, sebelum menghembus keluar. “So, why?

“Sebab aku nak dia gembira. Love itself means happiness. If it needs me to sacrifice mine’s to makes him happy, why not?” Hannah tertawa kecil. “Dan bukan dia sahaja definisi bahagia aku dalam hidup ni. Banyak lagi yang mampu buat aku gembira. This kind of small sacrifices means probably nothing to me.

But that, Hannah dear, you’re completely wrong. Walaupun kau gembira, tapi sebahagian hati kau masih harapkan dia sedar semuanya, dan mungkin lebih menghargai kehadiran kau dalam hidup dia.” Afzan membuang puntung rokok keluar dari keretanya. “I dare you, tell me if I was wrong about everything.”

Hannah membuka pintu kereta. “Aku rasa, love itself makes people become fools.” Hannah beredar dan masuk ke rumah sewanya, setelah menutup pintu kereta.

“Kau salah, Hannah. People who are in loves make foolish things. But sometimes, they aren’t fools. Not at all.” Afzan melepaskan keluhan yang berat sebelum melepaskan brek tangan dan meninggalkan rumah sewa Hannah.

~♥≛♥~

Hannah menyandarkan badan ke dinding, menahan air mata yang akan mengalir pada bila-bila masa. Bibirnya diketap –kuat- mencuba untuk tidak melepaskan air mata itu. Ingatannya melayarkan dia kepada semua gurauan Airil yang sentiasa tidak pernah tidak mengusik perasaannya.

Bukan tidak pernah dia mencuba untuk memberitahu AIril mengenai perasaannya kepada jejaka itu, namun dia sentiasa mendahulukan Safirah dalam hal ini. Dahulu, dialah teman paling rapat kepada Safirah. Dia tahu, betapa Safirah juga menyayangi Airil dengan ikhlas.

Airil akan sentiasa mendahulukan Safirah, dan memilih Safirah sehingga bila-bila.

Dan Hannah juga akan kekal begitu, menunggu jawapan kepada persoalan yang tidak pernah dilontarkan.






Yuna
Penakut

Tak semua kau rancang akan berlaku
Mungkin nasib tak menyebelahi aku
Entah mengapa engkau yang aku cinta
Mungkin lebih baik kau ku lepas saja

Ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya
Ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku
Ini tidak adil
Untuk engkau bertanya jika aku mencintaimu juga
Tidak adil tidak adil baginya

Kau tak pernah cuba memahami aku
Cinta kau ucap tak pernah engkau tunjuk
Dan bila tiba saat ku kehilangan
Beban yang tak pernah kau cuba ringankan

Ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya
Ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku
Ini tidak adil
Untuk engkau bertanya jika aku mencintaimu juga
Kau bukan milikku

Dan aku memang penakut
Mengakui cinta kepadamu
Seribu kali ku cuba ucapkan
Bila bersamamu
Kau bukan milikku
Dan engkau pun tahu
Kau bukan milikku

Lirik dan lagu oleh Yunalis Zarai. No copyright infringement intended.
Sebuah cerpen KaiKumiko.

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Kadang kala, kita melihat masa lampau dengan perasaan yang berbaur di dalam. "Kalaulah..." bermain di fikiran. Tetapi harus diingat, yang berlalu takkan berulang.

Friday, 29 June 2012

Sesuatu tentang: Ketika itu...

malam tadi
aku bermimpi lagi
tentang dia yang telah pergi
dari hidupku ini

dalam hati merintih dan menangisi
mengapa bayanganmu mengganggu lagi?

terfikir aku tentang mimpi itu
apa maksud yang ingin disampai oleh kamu?

kamu, mengapa tidak saja kau pergi
pergi; tinggalkan diri ini
dan jangan sesekali kembali

sakitnya hati ku
pabila bayanganmu menusuk kalbu
adakah kau tahu?

Saturday, 14 April 2012

HF; Short

It's a thing when you start doubting your self if you once had loved him.

But its another thing to realized; you never did.



Thursday, 29 March 2012

HF; Healing Heart.

I know that my heart really takes it time to heal.

But now I could say, I'm glad it did.

Despite how slow it is, but I really am glad that it heals.

The process really takes time, but it is not something that we could force ourselves with, right?

;')



Thursday, 5 January 2012

HF; Façade



You keep on holding the pain that seeping through your body. Pretending that nothing was wrong despite truthfully, everything was. You keep on with the thought that if you believe that the pain weren’t there, you won’t feel the pain.

You whimper once, the pain is barely bearable. The pain inside was like a needle; a long needle that poking your body from inside. You feel the pain, the clench and unclench of it inside of you.

You look in front of you and you see red. Blood. You think that somewhere, someone might be able to stop it. But you know that no one could stop the pain, truth be told. You just knew, there’s no justification of such thought – but you just knew.

So you smile, stand strong and tall.

At least you know when you’re feeling the pain; it proves that you’re alive.

And you can’t help but laugh at such sickening thought invading your mind.

It’s okay, you think. Putting on façade and everything will be okay; will be fine.

So you smile.



ps; dear dear, please get a haircut. and stop the perm-thing. the normal wave is okay, but the curly hair must go away. and please smile more. sincerely, your sweetie pie. ♥

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

HF; Wordless Wednesday II


Meet this awhile back in facebook. Just think that it is so true. :D

Friday, 9 December 2011

HF; Knows.

"Sometimes you do know how precious such person to you. But you just able to comprehend about it after he or she is gone - away from your life. Never to come back ever again."

Your eyes penetrates mine for quite some time after I says so. I know what you feel but I pretend of not knowing it. Because for once I hope that you'll understand me - all of me.

"People do take things for granted; lots of time didn't they?"

"Why did you always do things so that people will hate you?" You look at me seriously as you asking such question.

I smile because I know how badly my action affect you lots of time. But I can't stop it. Since I really want to know how long will you stay beside me and how far could you accept me thoroughly.



Because I had seen lots of people did not manage to do so, and they walk away.
Apart of me thinking it is fine, since it shows how many people actually are sincere accepting you for who you are but still do hope that you'll change to the better.


Monday, 28 November 2011

HF; Zippo.

I just look at your fingers; mesmerized by the way you flick your Zippo and start smoking. Inhale. Exhale.

I had always hate smoker since I just can't stand smokes surrounding me and filling my system but when I with you, such feelings disappears without any trace.

You take another cigarettes after you finished. You start to flick Zippo to make fire for your cigarettes.

And it flicks something inside me, too.


Source: here.

ps; my first love is a zippo lover! :D

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

HF; Flamboyant of Love


You lead me to a place that I know by heart. Our place, where we could hide from the world -people- for hours and just stay besides each other without even a word exchange between us.

As we getting closer, I gasp.

You turn and smile –I like to think it as bright as sun, I know it’s childish but still- and I can’t help but smiles back.

There, our place was decorated with balloons –vibrant colours, I notice- all over the place and each one of it written 'I ♥ U'. Your own handwriting on each of the vibrant colours balloons.

I look directly into your eyes, dark and full of love. "Why?"

You’re blushing, deep crimson red and I can’t help but falling harder to you. "Happy birthday. I want to do something special for you, but I don’t know what should I do and this idea suddenly comes into me and-"

"I love you too." I cut your words as I realized that you started rambling incoherently.

"Come again?"

"I love you too." I repeat.



Tuesday, 1 November 2011

HF; to and fro

You boasted up that one day you’ll be a proud owner of a Stradivarius, when you’re taking a short break from the practice.

I just smile and nodded upon your words, because I know how passionate you are about them all.

Sometimes I think that you valued it much more than you valued the time -very little time- that we could always spend together considering how busy we are with our own life.

But it’s okay; what type of person I am if I can’t understand such feelings, right?



Truthfully, I just hate the sounds of violin as it never fails to make me cry. And looking at you right now, performing with it all alone, I can’t help but letting my tears falls freely. Somehow I want you to know, but you never tried.