Akhirnya kembali nulis random chit-chat setelah sekian lama dan tidak ada waktu buat outfit post di blog karena kesibukan dunia magang. Well, merasakan juga akhirnya penderitaan mahasiswa tingkat akhir, bedanya kali ini aku rasakannya sebelum menerjang skripsweet harus magang dulu :") *crying at the corner of room*
If there's a better word than I Love You, I would've been using it and saying it to you.
- Billy Darmawan
Just one kiss. Sometimes that is all it takes for a heart to lose its balance. She was keeping herself away from him. She keeps telling herself "romantic relationship between me and him is impossible, we rather remain best friends than hurting each other". But his intuition and his hope, regains her trust and her feelings about the truth. She believes that she is in control of her feelings, but she is not. It's hard to hear the melody of the heart when your thoughts are playing their own songs. And in this case, her thoughts are full of deep sorrow, when her heart has plenty of love to be shared with him.
she waits for one who will fall in love with her scars.
They were walking together when suddenly he grabbed her hand. Her heart skipped a beat, but then, she smiled and held his hand firmly. He said "say you wont let go?" and she replied, "of course, my dear". She loved him. And she believed that he loved her in return. That was one from plenty of beautiful moments, that started from a simple good night hug. She never expected that simple yet meaningful hug, was the beginning of the "golden hours" of her life. The "hours" that made her think "this is why it never work with anyone else". The "hours" that every single detail was captured in her mind and heart.
You might not be my first love. But you are the love that makes other seems irrelevant.
I was looking at you while you were eating that lamb satay with super hot chili. You noticed me and threw your sight away, "don't look at me, hahaha". I just met you 2 years ago but somehow I felt like I had known you forever. A kind man that might not enter my life twice. A kind of man that seems like the answer of my prayers. A kind of man that I hope can be together until we are grey and old.
Yesterday was a history. Tomorrow is a mystery.
But today is a gift, that's why we called it "Present".
Everytime I saw a varsity jacket, I saw a pride. A pride that the students brought with them everytime they showed off their jacket by wearing them. A pride for their school, a pride for their achievement (correct me if I'm wrong, seem like the varsity jacket originally made for the baseball players? the players' number and initial was sewed into their jackets).
