J and Q

J has a notebook

given by late mother

when he was small

which

he poured all his thought

he revealed all of himself

he totally being honest with

and

at the end of February, J

went along with his mother

leaving his scanty properties to

someone named Q who was

his best friend since little

then

Q found the notebook, hidden between

piles of old book, trapped

with dust, bugs and stale air

so

he read, and read, and read

and finally, a tear ran down

his rosy cheeks, realizing

he was so stupid

he was so blind

he was so ignorant

he was so selfish

because

he never know, even a bit

J was madly in love with

someone he was dating

and

wiping his tears, Q

continued reading

the scattered fragments

within the brown pages

“His smile is more important than mine”

“I can always find another girl, but not another Q”

“I love him, and I love her too. Who love me back, for sure? Him. So that’d be my choice. Him”

“I wish I’m loving someone else, not my best friend’s girlfriend....”