At times like this, While I am sitting in this room,
Facing my black laptop that played a sentimental song,
I kind of reminding back the memories both of us created
The memories that gives me a tiny chance to have a beautiful dream.
Kind of missing cooking for him,
Ever since I went to studies,
Ever since we both separated,
I kind of missing cooking dishes for him
Because back to the days we were together,
Even if he is just joking about cooking,
I'll immediately cooks for him because its strange
I am so happy cooking a meal for him
The smile I used to have whenever I cooked for him,
When I cut the slices, when I pour oil,
You know.... that beautiful feelings.
When the dishes is done,
I wrapped it for him in a tupperware,
Even doing that make me so happy
When he come by to my house to take my dishes,
And when he said "its delicious" even he might be lying,
I am still happy because I just felt happy doing that for him.
Am I really in love with him?
Those beautiful memories,