I won’t ask you why the sky are blue, neither why you talked about us that night.
I won’t ask you how I could waste two whole years just to fall in love, just like I won’t ask you about the secret you keep from me.
I won’t ask about everything between us that falls somewhere between friends and lovers, as things get biased and the boundary becomes blurrier each day.
And I won’t ask you what the future holds for us, as you never question what the past has done to me.
You just knew, and I’ll know.
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