"She's the one. She really is." That's what you told our close friend while hugging me.
It was December night.
If you happen to still remember, I am the one who invited you to roam around our workplace with our other close friends. We took photos together. You took my photos as well. You love stealing pictures of me. You teased me with such. Instead of getting annoyed about it, I am loving it.
We get back to the office, when you realized you lost your wallet. All of us felt nervous as you have all your cards there, including the PIN. Who would not? It can be access by anybody. All of us get back to the places we've been to search for it. Unfortunately, we failed to do so. It was almost your shift. Good thing, it was my rest day but decided to render work on day off, since that is the case I decided to look for it myself. I am guilty as I am the one who invited you to roam around. If I didn't do it, it couldn't happen. That's why I tried my best to look for it. I roamed around the places alone. Asked some people if they got to see wallet, but failed to do so. I did not give, I tried again. Then tried again. I almost give up, but there was really something in me that I need to find it.
When I get back to the office thinking that it was being picked by another person, I tried the last luck I have. I asked the front desk personnel if they happened to see a black wallet, as it may just fallen inside the office building. I did not understand what to feel that time, when the personnel handed me such familiar one. It was your wallet. I cannot contain my happiness that my gratitude to the person picked it reached more than 100%. I'm so happy that I found it. I rushed to the elevator excitedly so that I can hand it over to you. When I get in the production floor, you turn your head and see me smiling at you, there I handed you your wallet. You were so happy. You were so thankful. "She's the one. She really is." That's what you told our close friend while hugging me. And because of that wallet our closeness became more closer.
Months after, you courted me and I said yes. Why not? I am feeling the same, there's no need for me to delay the process. It will be the same after all.
We enjoyed each other's companion. We got to have a lot of dates. For the first time, I got to celebrate your birthday. You were so happy with my surprise. It was memorable. Both for us. I am so happy seeing you happy as well. We created a lot of memories. You made me feel that I am the loveliest person alive. You made me feel special. You made me feel that I am the one. I even introduced you to my parents. I am so proud of you. I can be myself when I'm with you. You let me became myself. You're the one who said that I am lovable. You completed me. You made me happy. I am so comfortable to be with you. You promised me, a lot. You promised me forever. A lot of things you wanted to do with me in the future.
Sad to say, we did not work out. The forever you promised, remains as word. The comfort I have felt with you turned into sadness. We broke up. I asked why. "I fall out of love." You said.
All the promises you made before? You are already doing it with a new person you have now.
"In a snap of a finger, I fall out of love to her." What you told to the same close friend we have after we broke up.
Can time take me back to December? Not because I wanted to worked out what we have started. Not because I wanted to get back to you. Not because I still want you. Not because I still love you. I wanted time to take me back to December, so that I could not have asked you to roam around. With that, I could have kept you. As a friend.
Better off without her!