[note : dilarang membagikan atau merepost cerita saya di menfess base twitter.] Marie Osmond once said, "Tragedy plus time equals humor. True, what could be funnier than living tragedy every day and still surviving? One is trying to hold on, and the other is trying to let go. One of them doesn't understand anything, while the other feels secretly tormented in the midst of happiness. They were brought together by love, blinded by the truth and the pain that could have driven them apart. They are both brought together by love, but the same love can also separate them. Can that same love bring them back together? Can they let go of the hand that blinded one of them and hold each other to survive together?