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“We’re perfect together, but I’ll never be the one.”
The feelings that I harbor could only be describe as desperation; Desperation to be recognized, cared for, and loved. How I longed for a brush of hands, the warmth of hug, being able to just smile while we both do our own thing, the good mornings, and nights; The mindless calls of nicknames, the way it’s just in the roll of your tounge. Oh, how embarassing it’d be if I tried to be yours when you weren’t even thinking of me.
Oh Tuhan, akankah diri ini diperjuangkan sebagai manusia yang juga memiliki perasaan; Fragile, vulnerable, warm, and wanted. Am I not allowed to feel all of those with other people? or do I not deserving of love?
Tuhan, I’m a Lover; I’d give them my whole world if I could. I’d gave them my arms, legs, eyes, brains, and hearts if it meant them seeing themselves from my perspective.
My arms; The way it desperately trying to reach out to yours everytime we’re in close proximity, a want to linked mine with yours. How I always imagine what would your hands feel; is it cold or warm? is yours smooth or rough? My legs; The way it had a mind of its own everytime they recognizes you. The way they instantly turn around, ran, and be close with yours. My eyes; The way it immediately recognizes that brown-bag with the vivid-black hair, whose personality will exudes even in the early morning. Those steps, and the way your soothing voice sounds in the early morning, where I usually prefer silence over deafening crowds, yet yours seems to be an exception. My brains; The way they always thought of your favorite stuff and interest, remembering the little detail of your story, and how you hated people who can’t stand for themselves. My heart, that will always beats faster whenever I saw that sweet sounding laugh, and pretty smile.
Tuhan, kenapa engkau tak adil?