Hm.

Hai.

Gue kangen sama lo.

Itu lo yg dulunya sahabat gue.. Sering loh gue ngerasa kaya gini, tapi gue gapernah ngomong ke lo. Padahal dulu lo selalu ngajak gue ngobrol, kadang pas banget di saat gue lagi bosen atau butuh orang buat ngomong. Lo hampir selalu ada. Sedih gue, sekarang lo udah punya temen2 baru. Gue liat sih lo seneng2 aja sama mereka. Ya gue sih nyesuaiin diri aja.

Serba salah gue mau cerita ke siapa... Kayanya ga ada yang bakal ngerti. Gue kangeeeennnnnnn cerita2 ke lo. Lo itu temen cerita yang enak buat diperdengarkan cerita2 gue, lo ngerti kalo lo cuma hrs dengerin aja soalnya kadang2 gue ga perlu saran atau komentar atau nasehat, yg gue perlu cuma ngeluarin unek2nya aja biar lega.

Hai, lo nyadar tidak ini buat lo? Gue tau lo gabakal tau. Lo bukan orang yg bisa tau sesuatu dengan sendirinya. Emang sih udah dari kelas 8 juga kita udah ga sedeket sebagaimana mustinya. Cuma yg gue harap, seengganya lo masih inget tentang kita, lo masih nyimpen sesuatu yg pernah gue kasih ke lo. Cukup sekali ini aja ah gue posting tentang ini, nanti takut ketauan orangnya siapa hehehe bye~

(copied from saras's blog)

this is what i call a real bestfriend.

@fannonnaf: Baca blognya @aghniamarsha god I miss seeing you two both together but time pass people change sha come on baby I know you can do better :)

Here the thing.

As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change. . . I will always keep falling in love with you.
-Karen Clodfelder

LOVE

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine from the movie Captain Corelli's Mandolin

thursday

okay hello people, im writting by now and being accompanied by my mom and brothers. hah i just dont know what to share here but i really want to share something to you guys though you wont even read this kind of writing.

listen, i am so happy now. i can tell you all the stories but i just wont. but i promise i will tell you everything someday :)