You. Yes, I'm talking about you, the boy with chubby face and small brown eyes.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Four years ago you were with all smile and happy face, holding hand with your fiance, bragging your happiness to me that you gonna get married with the most perfect girl in the world. I didn't like her, but yeah you were so happy with her and that's all what matters to me. But then you said... you not gonna marry her just a month before the wedding.

A year later you brought me this hot, smart, sweet, sexy thing to me. You told me you two belong together. I swear to God, I had never seen such a perfect couple like you both. And I really really like her A LOT. You both helped me through some worst stage of my life. And to this day, I could still hearing your girlfriend's advice in my ear whenever I get down.

Two years later, I thought you already have plan to marry her. And yes, I'm sorry I haven't talked to you for two years. Well, we live in different city now. I never have any thought to call you lol. You never call me anyway lol. Long story short, I found you online on my messenger. Then when I asked you about your girlfriend, you told me you broke up with her a year ago. I'm sorry for scolding you so harsh about that. I mean I really could not fathom of your idiocy, your stupidity, your baka-ness. How could you let such a fine girl like that slip away from your hand?

You don't have to tell me. I could see it in your eyes. You belong to her and she belongs to you. You two are fated to be together, and yet you looked so fine when you told me you let her go. I was mad, fyi. REALLY MAD.

I asked your sister then. She gave me your secret blog. AND OMG. You counting the day you broke up with her? You wrote so many beautiful poems about her, about your sadness for missing her too much. I even cried when I read it.

I really don't know what to do with you. -sigh- Yet you seemed so fine when you were talking about her. I want to tell you though that its not healthy to keep her stay in your heart. But then I'm afraid I have to explain how I get that idea in my head while you never told me you still thinking about her. And then you gonna kill your sister for giving your secret blog to me.

Tell me, K. What should I do for you?