accidentally stumbled on one of your favorite acoustic musician, Copeland. still remember how happy you were to finally see them again, live in Bandung, few years ago thought you wouldn't talk about it but we found a way to keep each other talking. like how you always take a shower before going to sleep no matter how late it is already. like how you almost always avoid eye contacts with people but not me. after everything, i'm still caught up in whatifs. what if we worked out.
20.5.18
in many mornings, since February. your name is the first to popped up on my phone screen. and in many nights also, the talks about everything we like in common would likely accompany me to a good night sleep.
in many afternoons, i spent my time daydreaming about what's happening. About the intention. but in many afternoons also, i stopped myself from expecting.
in many evenings, we spent the day talking and watching our favorite movie. in many evenings also, i felt sad that we talk about so many things--but not talk about deeper things.
in one particular midnight. we spent the weekend going to someplace afar. looking for our favorite books about dying superheroes. you know. that one particular midnight where the day seems like it refuses to end itself.
in one particular day, though, i played with your cats. watching your favorite episodes. met your mom. eating while laughing in your living room. in the passing time, since i met you. i felt the vast emptiness inside me keep on growing. I know you but i don't know you.
