Dates...

I want to date you again,
but I can't.
Maybe after a long long time,
if the memories ever go away.

I remember the day we had our perfect date.
You were waiting outside my house.
I was slow but you waited patiently.
It was the first time I wore my lucky heels.
You opened the car door for me
and you complimented on how I look.
I was clumsy with my new heels.
You held your hand for me.
It was such a perfect night.
And the stars filled my sky.

The stars did not stay where they were,
and started to fall.
It was such a nice calender day to remember.
I thought we could have another perfect date.
I dressed up nicely
and wore my lucky heels again.
But nothing was the same.
No one opened my door,
no one complimented how I look.
Maybe no one saw how I dressed.
You got mad over my being late.
As things got rough,
you sent me home without having dinner.

While I was home,
I cried.
Finally,
I called
but just to find that you have already eaten.
Feeling extremely disappointed,
I eased my stomach with instant noodles.

And I guess from then,
I have then lost the will to dress up nicely.
I lost the will to look pretty in front of you.
And it shouldn't be like that.

And then I know,
I can never date you anymore.