Let it Go

I think I'll hate him. My mind drifts, yet my memories roll like a wave toward me. Do you know that I keep remembering you? Even though I didn't want to remember him, his face emerges and diverts my attention. I wonder what will happen if he's a student in our school. I wonder what will happen if he instantly appears on the hallway and I might become stunned and stare at him agape. My daily life might change. I'm almost absolutely sure that he'll become my friend and we will chat for hours. He'll understand me and support me whenever I face difficulties. However, I should let it go right now as my imagination is impractical and hopeless. I shouldn't look forward to an impossible dream. I should be focusing on my work. I can't help but imagine the what-ifs. The letter, hiding deep in my drawer...... I didn't throw it away. I still preserve and keep it since it's a secret. He wrote it, and I never forget it. It's hard to let go, but I just have to try. For now, I'm sincerely happy that he's successful as usual. He indeed has a bright future. We become parallel lines, and don't converge anymore. Who knows? Someday, he might appear on the hallway and wave his hand enthusiastically at me.