hai, b. it's (always) been a long time
this blank space gives me such a heavy pressure. every single time. di saat yang sama, juga seolah ngetawain gue yang kebingungan harus nulis apa. harus berbagi apa. harus cerita apa. harus apa.
hanya ada segelintir orang di hidup gue yang pernah menyaksikan & been through with me.. emotionally naked.
fragile.
and i'm thankful for your existence.
for handling me through those bumps. for accepting me being who i am, my emotions. my random rants at 4 am when i had my breakdown. my random burst-out tears in the car at midnight.
thank you
you know who you are.
last year was though.
when do you know very sure that you're in love; and how do you know that you actually love them, not with the idea of being with them?
The fact that time flies so fast, both scares me and soothes me at the same time.
since when do we need someone in order to be happy?
why is it so hard to feel content and enough of ourselves?
unconsciously, we were alterating
unwittingly, the more we tried; the messier it got
unstoppably, was how we were into each other; til distance happened
uncanny, how us is no longer you and i
some said i was greed,
i was disgraceful,
i was never satisfied,
some said this and that and blah and blah
i'd rather say i'm fighting for a dream.
a future.
a dream i've been dreamed since i was a kid.
even since i used to scared of dreaming of it.
people will always say something, afterall, no matter what choices we made.
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