He's Here And I Didn't Go

He's here. Finally. I've been longing for one year and now finally, he's here in our hometown cause I miss the last time he came.

I should be happy then. If I still love him, I should come at this time, exactly at this time, to Church, the only place where I could find him after his house. It's Saturday 5pm and he would be there.

But here I am, write a post in my blog. Something makes me won't go there.

I'm over him, I think. I'm not sure but I keep telling my mind that I'm over him. I wonder if I go there and meet him. I should cut my hair, as my promise cause I didn't cut it since the last time I saw him.

Maybe, it because I'm afraid that I have to face the truth that he didn't recognize me anymore.