It was 31st December 2012, an unforgettable one. I never thought that I will see him again in my life. I had a feeling that he will be there, but I told myself I think too much, he is now in Germany, and I won't see him. Somehow, my heart tells me that I wish I could see him here and the other half of me just wish that he won't be here. I was torn apart. Wants to see him because I want to have a talk with him, after all he did. But then, the reason I don't want to see him was I don't know what reaction should I give him. When I walked passed him, I covered my face. Then after the countdown, I went back, he saw me . He only gave me a smile, that I really miss. I waved at him but he didn't wave back. That smile reminds me of strangers on the street. He was really ''new'' to me, somehow. I don't know how to describe my feelings when it comes to this. Friends said we are fated. I told them, we are faded. Then, I was crying badly later in the morning at 5. I tried my very best to sleep, then my tears just roll down to my cheeks. It was a bad time, my best friend gave me the tightest hug she could, she was patting my head. After all, everything was okay.
