Prolog

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What does true love mean? This is what I understood when I meet Sarah.

There's a lot of weirdness when I think back on it. But it is this oddity that makes our story more interesting. I'm sure Sarah would think the same.

We have a lot of differences between us, where I prefer to live in the middle of big cities, she actually prefers the rural where the atmosphere is so thick. A place where the streets were just mounds of clay, there was never the sound of a four-wheeled vehicle passing by, let alone a place of entertainment or anything. Because all she needs is peace from nature. And she just needs to start it all with a breath of fresh air every morning. Which was enough for her to survive in the midst of an increasingly complicated life.

She told me that she had never dreamed of living a luxurious life. And even if it did, it wouldn't bring her much pride. Which makes her soul calmer than anyone. She only dreamed of children who could grow up in the same environment as her. Accompany them to maturity. Then age quietly at the end of time. A request that is not too much, is not it? But our story even started six years ago. Which for some reason, I probably won't be able to forget for the rest of my life.

We are friends, spend time together, then show concern for each other. Things that would never happen if there weren't some basic reasons. So that's why I fell in love with her. That feeling even made my days more beautiful than I've ever felt before. I, may not have a good experience for love affairs. But I really believe that I have put my feelings in the right heart this time. I kept those images for a long time in my head. Then the time revealed the truth to me.

Like the most of love stories in general, I hope that our story will continues forever. But in fact, but in the end, I actually felt this story ended up being a tragedy. Part of me still feels the aches when all this had to end. But life doesn't always go the way we want, right?

Everyone needs to learn from their past. And it's not for once if a bitter experience had such a big influence in our life. And no matter what ever peoples said to me, it wouldn't change the fact if I ever felt really sorry. But now, all of that is just a piece of the story in my past. A story that happened almost six years ago. After time finally able to change my mind to see it in a better way. So, this is what I understand now.I could feel the warmth of her hand when we could hold hands again that night. But the moment our eyes meet, I knew I had to let it go. Because our story is completely different now. But something strange suddenly happened without me even realizing it. And without ever understanding, all the memories that happened in those days suddenly came back. I tried to look behind, reviewing everything again. Because this is what I have to do now. And here, on one of the outskirts of Bandung, everything feels so different from that I've ever remembered. There are only higher buildings standing here. Every inch of land is already so dense with many settlements. Even the kids couldn't run around in the middle of the highway anymore. Because they could easily get hit if they dared to do so. But there, I can still see the lush jungle, fast flowing rivers, or occasionally feel the melodious sound of nature. Maybe I still missed it for a once in my day for a while, but I knew I would never come back.I looked back at the clock on my left hand, it was almost 1 pm now. Even though the black clouds made me unable to feel the hot of the sun from up there. And on my desk, I just opened my old story. A story that I just wrote a few minutes ago. Something that is also not because of necessity when I do so. But because I started to like it. But despite everything, I knew I had to finish all of this quickly.So here I am, I am Ryan William. This is my story when I was 23 years old. But this time I know where I have to start.

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