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Crazy little thing called love
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A Little Thing that We Miss
Once, my friend asked me what made you so special. I told her that when I had been a child, I had been so easily fascinated by little things; like animal-formed clouds, rainbow after the rain, a flying seagull on the blue sky, or simply just a popsicle on a sunny day. She asked me…
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A Cipher
I’ve been trying to write some lines since you left, but I come up with nothing. Maybe this is the universe, gently apprising me to stop writing things about you.
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Blues and a Promise
So the day that I fear the most has come and gone. I remember clearly the look upon your face when your father took photos of you, and the nice tie you wore. I remember how I asked timidly to take a picture with you, and your smiling yes that left me giddy. John Mayer’s…
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Saudade
There are too many things about you that I remember perfectly. It’s the way you laugh, the aftershave you spray on your shirt, the smell of your car, the way you get cranky when you’re hungry, the way you call my name, the way you calm me down with such a soothing tone like no…
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The Long Overdue Letter
Hello, you, who think that 3 is your lucky number, How are you? It feels like ages since the last time we met. Honestly, I want to blame the universe for not making us meet, but I think one of us (or both?) know(s) better. Whether it’s you or I that eschew. But let bygones…
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On Crossing the Line
There’s this time when you know that you’ve crossed the line you drew yourself, but something in you tells you to keep going instead of going back, because you need to know what lies on the other side of the line. I remember what Dinoy said to me, “It’s better to regret the things you do…
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On Living in Uncertainty
More than anything, I hate living in uncertainty. Waiting for a piece of paper that will officially state me as a participant of something I’ve been dreaming since I was a child, waiting for a good news about internship, or any kind of waiting. The worst part is, there’s nothing I can do about it,…
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I Would Have Told You If…
I would’ve told you the whole thing if it wasn’t for the sake of this friendship duct tape. Photographed by a dear friend of mine, Fachry Ramadyan.
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