It's been 2 months.
Couple months ago, you asked me to accompany you to your friend's weeding.
And the weeding is today.
I had prepared the dress.
You decided to choose your new life.
And i'm here.
Sitting with the night view.
The city is not as busy as Jakarta.
I was back to Surabaya last Thursday.
It was early morning flight, arrived at my place around 8am.
Our pictures still there, your birthday card still there.
"Take care in Surabaya, dont forget to come back so next year it will be....."
That word was my spirit.
Words.
is just
words,
The book said "befriend with the sadness"
I am scared.
I am scared.
Do you hate me that much?
