Sunday, May 22, 2016
No, I cant. He still haunting me. Whenever wake up at midnight, his face, voices and words still flashing my mind. I just cry to know how I risk my life to still be with him, cry to know how this heart still same as it is, cry to know how break this heart. Sometimes I just want to call him and say "my dream ... hate you. Hating the way you do at me. Hating you as much as I love you" then just cry on phone. But I never do that, I just afraid ... afraid .... afraid because I love my dream and kills me more.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Rite on 12.17 pm indonesian time. Looked to the dark and echo voice in mind. "Dont make me used for love like this my dream. I am not a person who say -i love you- each day" honestly I just afraid. "You should say it each minute for me. Just say it my angel"
Tears coming through memory. I have tons of beautiful things with my dream. And I let myself living with it even it would be pain.
Tears coming through memory. I have tons of beautiful things with my dream. And I let myself living with it even it would be pain.
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