좋아요 (Joayo / I Like It)

Not every day was, of course, always a good day. There were some troubles and hardships along the way. This happened after you saw the future, or at least you thought you did. You were going out with your crush for a few weeks. Then on this very day, you broke up. You tried to get over him with the help of your friends. One of them introduced you to a boy who had returned from schooling abroad. You talked with him, went out, and checked places if they changed. After some weeks, he asked you out, and you agreed. That day when you started as a couple, you had another dream.

~IN THE DREAM~

Wanna be loved…

That was what I heard. I was surrounded by darkness, and I heard a voice from somewhere. When I went ahead, I soon found myself in some room. My ex-boyfriend was lying on a bed there.

“Don’t wanna be a fool, wanna be cool
Wanna be loved, same love as you
Baby, I want it”

He sang. Or I thought he did. I realized the seven were standing behind me. They were watching me while singing. My boyfriend was looking through pictures of me. I posted on the Instagram pretty lot. He liked my photos.

“Who is he?
Oh, right, I’m not your boyfriend anymore,” he mumbled.

It seemed another day had passed. He pressed my number but never called me. He looked sad. It looked like he missed me.

“Why isn’t there a Dislike button?” he grumbled.

He didn’t like what he saw. Other guys liked it and commented on my posts. It was all before I found a new boyfriend. There were comments like “let’s meet up and play,” “why are you so pretty”, and others.

“Did he want me back or something?” I questioned myself.

“Haha, you’re doing so well without me
I don’t wanna see it, so stop partying so hard,” he almost cursed.

I sighed. He liked it again. He obviously thought I was still pretty. That were posts from times my friends cheered me up.

“I know it’s over,” he sighed, his head in his hands.

I posted today a photo of my new boyfriend and myself. We looked so happy.

“My friend clicked Like on your photo.” he shook with anger.

He lay on the bed. He was staring at the ceiling.

“Do you think of me?” he contemplated.

Every day he did a similar thing. Looked through his notifications, which meant going through my posts.

“Are you well these days? You, who is living well without me. Why did I think of you? The only thing that finds me is pity for myself. I’ll click on your face and leave. I’m living like this these days without you.”

I couldn’t say a thing. My head was hanging low. It was surprising to me. I didn’t know about it. What am I supposed to do now?

Now you know it.

I looked up, even more surprised. That was the last thing I heard before I fell into a deep sleep.

~END OF THE DREAM~