Dopehead.

I'm writing this 168 hours away from the night we spent together.

You know, that night, when you chose to come back and pick me up with your pathetic motorcycle?

I smiled everytime I remember why I chose not to ask you the reason why you come back.

It was raining so hard, and our home is about 11 kilometres away.

But you didn't complain about it

at all.

I smiled everytime I remember how you eat the fried rice, edaciously.

I smiled everytime I remember the way you glanced at me.

hey, I wonder if you felt the same

It was all perfect, wasn't it?

Even if i was soaked and wet

and was so close to catch a cold,

I still thanked god for that little time of our togetherness.

It was all perfect, wasn't it?

How we laugh helplessly

endlessly

to the jokes that only we could understand,

to the stupid thing we've done,

and we didn't do

back then.

It was all perfect, wasn't it?

the way we enjoyed every second alone, together

Hey, G, If God could grant me any wish that night

i'd ask him to give me the abillity to stop time

and be immortal with you.

To always reminisce the way you laugh,

or the way you talk,

or the way you felt guilty toward me,

or the way you lend me your jacket.

or maybe, the way that you will hurt me all over again?

that's alright.

Or maybe the very next day.

the day when we were standing side by side

talking about nothing

and everything

at once.

I remember the look on your face

how you did barely good on hiding your feeling

I knew, it was love.

I remember the look on your face

the way you rumble when everything went not as what you've planned

and how i laughed at how paranoid you were.

it's funny how we turned out knowing we loved each other as much,

but we still chose to part ways.

I still remember the day you chose to break the silence between us.

I wasn't expecting things to be as complicated as we are in, right now.

Hey, G.

Everything was perfect.

simply perfect.

if only we weren't that selfish.

It was all perfect,

until you come back.