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@bertemangelapmalam
Kepada cinta yang tidak pernah benar-benar aku lupa
Aku rindu sebenarnya sama kamu. Maaf kalau aku harus berlaga seperti aku tidak tahu. Maaf ketika kita bertegur, aku bahkan tidak menanyakan kabarmu. Sesungguhnya aku benar rindu. Tapi biar perpisahan ini jadi penanda kamu sudah benar tiada menaruh rasa. Yasudah, tak apa.
In between the long lonely nights and the champagne-worthy slow music (with the bass turned up high on the speakers) making me drown even more in the embrace of a pillow, there would still be nothing I wanted to say to you more than “I still long for you”. Your touch. Your scent. The way you’d sometimes leave that tiny little strand of hair making your features appear more… breathtaking. The way you’d cover your face when you laugh too much. The way you’d always find a way to tickle me until I’d almost pass out of laughter. The way you’d hated it when I called you dumdum not because you’re always that dumdum person I love but because I just like the way it sounds. The way you’d look at me straight in the eye. The way those brown eyes of yours portrait the humbleness of the earth as it has always reminded me of home; you are my home. The way you somehow made me feel beautiful even when I looked like crap. Just the way you make me feel and the way you are has made me love you. I love you.
bertemangelapmalam (15/12/2016)
She is not a quitter
She smells like fresh strawberries and sunshine, even if it’s 2:00 a.m. in winter. She has those black like-moonlight eyes that scream mystery and adventures. She always looked like she got everything up in her sleeves and beautifully garnished, but no one actually really knows what she has hidden underneath all that rose-gold picture. Not that no one cares, but sometimes, she was just too busy taking care of other flowers that she forgot to water her own. She decided not to let anyone see the crack on her soul just because she knew just how hurtful it is to be broken. She laughs and smiles a lot but no one ever know that she actually is that vulnerable. Sometimes in the darkness, when no one is around, her eyes watered too, you know. But you know what keeps her going? She is indeed not a quitter, and so therefore, she won’t quit. And that, is how she keeps on shedding her light.
Yeah, having a boyfriend is cool but so is singing to your favourite song in the shower and licking cake batter off of spoons and feeling the warm sand between your toes at the beach and buying your friends flowers on their birthdays. Yeah, having a girlfriend is cool but so is acing that one test you studied so hard for and smiling at strangers and giving money to the homeless girl you see on your way to work every day and falling asleep to the sound of rain. Yeah, being popular is cool but so is laughing with your brother until your stomach hurts and seeing your sister smile after you tell her she looks beautiful and hugging your parents once they get home at the end of the day. Yeah, aiming to be loved by people is cool but don’t let it get in the way of life. Don’t forget to live.
gentle-falling (via wnq-writers)
The harder thing is not to move on but to let go of the thing that was once meant the entire world for you
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
Andrea Gibson (via wordsnquotes)
I am learning the art of being soft but not weak, to be loving but not afraid, to be strong enough to let it go but not to forget the lessons I learned
laceerainspoetry, Soft (via wnq-writers)
it's one of those days when you just fckin miss your other half and you know that he does too, but you just can't do nothing with ourselves but stare blankly at the ceilings
24/12/2015
Karena aku benar-benar tidak tahu harus menulis apalagi tentang kamu selain aku rindu. Aku rindu kamu. Terima kasih sudah menghubungiku hari ini.
19/12/2016
In between the long lonely nights and the champagne-worthy slow music (with the bass turned up high on the speakers) making me drown even more in the embrace of a pillow, there would still be nothing I wanted to say to you more than "I still long for you". Your touch. Your scent. The way you'd sometimes leave that tiny little strand of hair making your features appear more... breathtaking. The way you'd cover your face when you laugh too much. The way you'd always find a way to tickle me until I'd almost pass out of laughter. The way you'd hated it when I called you dumdum not because you're always that dumdum person I love but because I just like the way it sounds. The way you'd look at me straight in the eye. The way those brown eyes of yours portrait the humbleness of the earth as it has always reminded me of home; you are my home. The way you somehow made me feel beautiful even when I looked like crap. Just the way you make me feel and the way you are has made me love you. I love you.
bertemangelapmalam (15/12/2016)
Is it so wrong that my late night thoughts always goes to you? Is it so wrong that even the most joyful song can turn into a grey and dark themed song just because I miss you.
When the song is up and the light is dimmed, you're the only person I can think of. As much as I tried to deny how much I need you in my life, I can't. I loved you too much that it burns my soul sometimes. It's like I've been overdosed over your love. It's too much for me, but I just couldn't stop it. I need you. The way you bang your head when you laugh. The way you stared at me like there's a missing galaxy in me you'd love to conquer. The way you soothes my soul when when I needed that support. God dammit, I just love you.
Because I fckin miss you.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt (via wordsnquotes)
I remember being 9 and I had to write a short fairytale story for homework. I wrote a beautiful story, about a girl who grew up and fell in love with a boy (or girl, although I was 9 at the time and didn’t know anything other than heterosexual relationships). But I could never think of an ending. I handed it in, and my English teacher asked me why it wasn’t finished. I was 16 when I fell in love with a boy who was an amazing person, but the universe decided it wasn’t meant to be. But I think, out of all the heartbreak and tragedy, I finally found an ending to my story: Our stories are not destinations, they do not need to end in happy endings. Maybe the endings are who we become because of our experiences. Endings don’t have to be “and they lived happily ever after”, maybe they just have to be “and she tried, it didn’t work, but she’s happy within herself”.
i-wonder-lust (via wnq-writers)
