Bertemu dan berpisah adat manusia biasa

...hilang di mata tapi di hati, tidak lupa.







........


I'm not ready for another major separation. Thought that I'm getting better in handling my own feeling, but I guess, I'm not really.

I hate the fact that the more I try to diconnect, the more I got connected.


...



Since I still have time to prepare myself, I will try. This heart, is not so naive anymore.

Go. Just go.

I will live.











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