It’s Feb. 14 again, I, reminiscing. The images of that day were still vivid on my mind. I couldn’t believe it’s been a year that you rejected the cake I made for you. You didn’t know what’s behind in that cake. It took almost a month in saving money to buy what I need in making that cake. I was tired to get the ingredients I need from the grocery. I was tired in making pastry or dough. I used the oven without the permission of my parents. I failed once then I tried again until I made the perfect cake. I gave my best in making it. Hoping you would accept it. I did all of that because I like you. That was the way I would express my admiration to you.
Now, at somewhere, under the beautiful dark sky. Wondering why I’m being like this. Yeah, I was damn hurt from what you did, but I’m not angry at you. I did not regret everything; even I finally gave the cake to the street children. After that, I felt sorry to myself, I didn’t know why. I did not blame myself. Now, I’m thinking what is the purpose of that scene, nothing comes to my mind. Don’t worry, I’m ok and I moved on. I’m doing this maybe to burst out my sadness from my reminiscing. I want to say happy valentines to you. Take care and God bless. ♥