Eventually, Someone Will Say This to You
I love your insanity, your breakdowns, your random rambles, and your complicated thoughts. I love you wearing that casual shirt and faded ripped jeans. I love your flaws.
I love your insanity, your breakdowns, your random rambles, and your complicated thoughts. I love you wearing that casual shirt and faded ripped jeans. I love your flaws.
Let’s ramble. Just ramble. Over a cup of tea and bring me closer to your fantasy tell me bedtime story or the glimmering lights in the city you know, this is my plea.
Sesekali, aku berharap kita bertemu lebih awal. Mungkin baiknya begitu. Kau lebih dulu bertemu denganku sebelum dengan dia. Lalu kau tersenyum. Meninju bahuku. “Kau sinting,” katamu. Memang demikian adanya. Aku sinting. Kau tahu pasti soal itu. Jika kita waras, kita tidak bisa mencandu. Ketulusan ada pada hati yang gila. Kau diam. Membuang pandanganmu. Lalu pergi. “Dua puluh menit lagi dia…
But you’re not completely fine. You’re still wounded. Torn apart. You’re hopelessly desperate about the dream you haven’t pursued; the words you left unspoken; about an apology you never say; and the past love that hurts your heart and bones. With all of these things, you learn to accept the pain and mend the broken pieces. You embrace your fragility…
I’m dating your mind, for it is the only place I can see the beauty of a man and the true color of life. P.S: Originally handwritten on August 12th, 2014 at MMC Hospital Jakarta, Room 503.
I smelt your perfume, hoped it would stay a little bit longer so I could reminisce the warmth of your hugs, the gentleness when your lips danced on mine. I smelt your perfume, freezing the moment when we firstly met. My mind played our every scene. I still smelt your perfume; it stayed there and would always be.
It’s late at night and no one’s around. Darkness filled my room. Silence. I looked at a clock: 2:39 AM. A melody resonated in my ears. I played that song, my favorite song that has been always reminded me of you. Then I secretly tweet your name. Once. Twice.. but then it became my late-night-habit. As I finished tweeting it,…