I am just a simple roleplayer.
No one beside me, no friends I have.
An hour later, I've been joined in a guestroom.
I think it's a random add.
There, I met a boy not a man.
For he's still a stranger for me.
I stalked him—
and didn't expect what I've read.
He's a great founder, while I am just a freakin' nobody in RPW.
Since that day, I began to love his works.
I even read his very first work which is dated on 2018.
Days goes by, I have the confidence to react and comment on his works.
The thought of being his friend makes me see myself writing a poem.
A useless poem.
Yeah, a useless one.
Because the words doesn't connect.
So I crumpled and put it on fire.
"I can't believe I'd constructed useless one stanza poem."
He always post 2-3 poems or stories everyday.
I'd never stopped supporting him.
Until one day—he never posted something.
I can't help it, but curiosity strikes me.
Infront of a mirror, it's me.
It's me—writing a poem.
A poem with few words but composed of thousand feelings.
I can't deny the fact that I missed him.
Not the works—but the writer himself.
Typing on my phone's screen, I tapped the 'send' icon after I typed my poem dedicated to him.
I've been waiting for hours for him to see it.
But I waited for nothing.
A week after, his name appeared in my newsfeed.
He's back!
But what caught my attention is his status.
"I-in a relationship."
My body weakened as I am reading those three words again and again.
I was about to delete the poem I sent him.
But his message appeared, saying—
"I know you. You've been with me through my journey as a writer. Your name always appear 1 minute after I post my work."
"Thank you for your support but I think this is the end of my journey. Pursue your writing, you'll travel way far than me and I know it."
He's words are still with me.
He's right!
I am inspired because of him that's why I created my own writerhood.
Suddenly,my tears cascaded through my cheek as I am reminiscing from the past.
He died 1 day after he gave me those words I'll never forget.
Leukemia.
He died because of Leukemia.
And his relationship status is just a prank.
I just can't believe my favorite writer died in just a young age.
Staring intently at the night sky saying—"We are indeed a star-crossed poetry."
