I smiled gently. Alone and ready.

I remembered places that you told me; vivid imagination which I planned to be reality

I never wanted to admit that I was obsessed, But I truly am obsessed – head to toe, left to right, brain and heart, soul and body.

People said I wanted to be with you.

I said I wanted to be like you.

Clear, loud, and free. Burdenless and weightless, as thin as morning mist.

My darling,

I wish I can call you everytime I like.

But I untied the rope for a specific reason, and getting your text every morning ain’t what I planned.

Year by year, drama by drama.

We both struggled with different things in our each life.

But my struggle is worse.

I still cannot be like you.

credit: Feby Dayono


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