The Bookstore Journal

When the weather becomes fine, when this place warms up, you will end up going back. All this, 'Us', will become a memory. 

I won't ask you to stay. I am prepared to say goodbye, to send you away with a smile and wish you all the good things. I walk you home knowing there would be a day when you would be no longer across the street. I love you with all my heart knowing you would leave, knowing I would be left with empty days and sleepless nights once again. Because of you, for the first time, winter was warm enough. Because of you, winter was less lonely.

Once you leave, I wonder what you will remember me as. What kind of person was I to you? What words would you use while talking about me? I wonder.

I wish you will leave as a happy person. I wish you will leave as someone who knew she was loved. I wish the sad shadow around you fades by the time you go back. 

I hope you will remember the eyes of the person who loved you for a long time. Know that I will still love you, even after you leave.