I once ever liked someone. Love? Idk. We talked in our own language, we laughed in our own humor wave, where people could not understand. See the effect, when you connected with someone with you and him who could understand each other, somehow it felt so special right? Now he’s married someone else, I don’t feel broken heart back then, but somehow, when I have no idea why I scrolled my old inbox and chats, his name appeared. Re-read those midnight chats, the chats where I spoke randomly and silly, feels so silly right now, and he appeared the same, makes me…broken I just wished, what if time turns back. What if, when he aske me to meetup, we literally met and talked about things? What if I considered my feeling, again. I remembered back on 2012 I guess, we got separated class and I wrote him a letter, a letter of goodluck, and a wish that he considered himself that for me, he is so special. But coldplay said, “love is only equal to the pain”, so I guess.. my feeling now, even thou...
halaman seorang stella. mudah ditemukan di keramaian dengan badan besar, kacamata, dan rambut keritingnya. having this page since 2010, and too many stories to tell. better read them by yourself. but first of all, thanks for whoever you are that inspire me so much. you, yes you!