It's been another year, 8 years. I still like you. I'm still waiting. I'm just better at hiding my feelings now, I'm just better at acting as if you don't matter anymore. Like everyone says," you can lie to the world, but not your heart." True enough, I've managed to lie to all
My friends, pushed them, you into thinking I don't care anymore. But still, only I know that I still care. Only I know how I still feel about you. I guess, I'll most probably cry myself to sleep tonight.

Every year, I made you presets, this year is no different. I'll still wrap it, and keep it under my bed, with all the other presents for you, that I failed to send out.