Unlike Taylor Swift, I will not return to December.
Even if I have the chance to make everything all right I will not do it. I will not swallow my pride and stand in front of you. I’ll probably missed you. Your sly smile and sad eyes but I will not hope to go back.
Because if I have a chance to make everything all right, I will not be amazed and curious behind the story of your eyes. I’ll refrain myself being fascinated with the beauty of your sadness. If I’ll return, I will surely choose differently.
Go on! Keep the chain on your door and I will not make myself understand. I will never knock again on your door.
Remembering September, I wish I didn’t let my guard down. I should’ve keep my tears from falling. Maybe this is wishful thinking but if I can make everything all right, I will not let myself vulnerable in front of you.
This is me, hoping not to go back to December because if only I could return, I will never love you. You will never be part of my past and I will not think of you at present.
Actually, I will not go back to December because I’m still grateful for the young love I felt before. But, this is me swallowing my pride saying sorry to myself for feeling bad for loving you, before.
This is me, letting go the remnants of my past that you were once part of.
This is me, looking forward to December.