2014-01-03 - 2:05 p.m.
There are questions right there in your deep, dark brown eyes. They're wondering about my silence: "Why?" Every day we meet, exchanging smiles. You kindly greet me and we talk for a while. Still, those questions linger probably like the cold winter back in your hometown as you try to conceal your frown. How do I tell you what's been troubling me? I hate to share you these blues, when I only want to make you happy. Please, don't get me wrong; this isn't a romantic love, just a sisterly affection. For now, I hope it's enough. Perhaps someday I'll open up more, perhaps not. I'd rather not scare you and make things worse. I just don't have the heart. You may say you're a man, yet you still have the heart of a boy. You've always been such a good friend. I'd rather see your world full of joy. Just pray that I'll be okay. Pray that these haunting ghouls will go away. R. (Jakarta,3/1/2014 - 10:30 am)
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