The Hardest Key to Play #1

I still remember the first time I met your mother.
Went to your house with my first Christmas gift for you.
Then, I was only a melancholic young boy who was simply too easily hurt, just like them.

Never good with presents, a Christmas-tree-shaped-chocolate was all I could think of.
I don't remember exactly what was said between me and your mum.
I only remember you weren't home, and I remember that she was nice.

That was almost.. seven years ago?

Apart from that moment..
I don't recall any other time when we spoke one-to-one.

So how fitting it is.. that the next moment we spoke one-to-one,
was on your day.

This one.. I remember very clearly.

I wasn't sure that she really knows or remembers me.
So I was surprised when my eyes met her friendly eyes.

And as we shook hands, she warmly held my hand,
not letting go.

She smiled and asked, "When is your turn?"
And I was as dumbfounded as I would when I were with you.

I wonder how much you told her,
but it seemed like she could see through me.
she was not letting my hand go, as we spoke.
as if she knew how badly i needed that.

I could only answered with nonsense,
because my heart was turning upside down, and i was losing my mind.
but i meant it when i told her,
"When it's my turn, I will invite you"

Terima kasih tante,
buat genggam tangan hangatnya..