No matter what I do, I always met someone who was born in February. Aquarius, Pisces–I always met one of their kind. Their presence was quite perplexing. I never really seem to understand them. A rollercoaster journey, a closed-door, an anxious phone call–that’s how I would like to describe their unique presence.

“Thank you for your consideration, but please don’t care about me.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I never really seem to like you anyway.”

“Stay with me.”

I’m still learning to accept their words as they are. There was still a lingering voice inside my head, trying to comprehend their words as well as their actions. ‘Speak in my language, I can’t understand you.’

What a shame. Our relationship was never meant to last anyway.