When Summer Turns Red

2009. Still remember?
It was the first time I saw you.
Never thought of having you.
Guess it was fate, destiny, God's plan. 

2011. We spent time together.
I'd love to wash clothes with you.
You hate me. Or love me secretly. :)
Seeing you everyday is a drug.

2013. I'll stay with you. You said No.
You really hate me that much.
I just told you I'll treat you food.
Such a snob. You're bad.

2014. You're getting more beautiful.
Bad eyesight? Mesmerized by you.
Still bad. You won't even talk.
A real snob. Or falling in love?

2015. Summer. I am a dog. A slave.
You say: Let's play at the beach.
I say: Let's go. You're hard to reach.
Keep pushing me away. I am just nice. :)

2015. June 27. Stop staring at me. I know.
You looked great in blue dress.
Let's take a picture. You hate.
In love? Yes. I knew, we are.

2015. June 30. Let's stop all these.
You say: Too easy for you.
I say: Never will be. Tears.
I love you. I love you too.

Days. We fight. We argue.
We laugh. We cry.
You hate me. I love you.
I hate you. You love me.

Tomorrow? I don't know.
What I know is this:
It's been long.
But long is not enough.
I want a lifetime.
With you.