Everyone has an interesting story on each of his tracks. A small step with the presumption of introducing His people to taste a variety of life experiences. A sweet taste that makes the days so fun, must be interspersed with a naughty kiss from another bitterness. Keep repeating like that. Until sometimes, the numbness of this foot is able to swing human step toward the point of embarrassment.
Not like the love story of most young people. My heart must be content to love the figure I can only meet from social networking. Love and cradle of love are summarized sweetly only through typewriting. Sweet sayings in the middle of the night and morning, always managed to become 'nina bobo' and my daily alarm. It's as simple as that, as old as that, and that I am, and I continue to live it.
Every day, all night, the conversation flowed by. I have nothing to cover from him, I tell him all that I had all day. I gave out all the jokes and new jokes I had, creating a simple warmth to maintain our conversation, hoping that he could feel the sincerity of my stupid love.
Keep repeating like that. Until sometimes, another belief in my heart bursts, disturbing the beautiful shadows I've created in my mind.