I remember those bright old days. We used to talk until the sun finally rise and kick the moon out of it's crown. We used to talk about everything and nothing--because riot is a part of us and silence is our dear friend. We used to fight like each of us make the biggest sin ever and ended up making a very long apology letter to each other, to explain and figure everything out. We used to hold back our feelings because we thought it will hurt less if we kept that to ourselves--but keeping it in silence was the one that broke us in the near future.
I don't quite know why I wrote this tonight. It's past midnight and suddenly I thought about all the stories we shared and all the laugh we had. Having you was nice. Being with you as a friend was even nicer. You were there for me once but now you're just a part of the story that has been taken away from me.
I don't regret our separation because I've cherished every single moment that we used to share together. But I regret the fact that we're driving each other apart. Because you're still the only friend who makes me feel as comfortable as curling inside my favorite blanket on the rainy day and if only you know, I'll trade so many things as long as we could stop being strangers to each other.
Love well, live well and just be well.
I miss you.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
