Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved a boy. He must be her first love, because she'd trusted for the first time: to gave her thought, to gave her heart, fully. She even imagined him to be her future, beautifully.
Cling on that boy, was her favorite. Cling, cling, cling, on that boy, yes she was extreamly a clingy girl. No, not because she is, it was because of him. She loved him too much. She even never knew that she has love, this much.
She came to him, cheerfully. Walked with big smile on her face. No matter how far, no matter how sick, no matter how she has to woke up earlier in the morning. All she knew was: "I really want to see his face and sweet dimple hang on there." So, she: used lemonade mask in the night, told the lies to her mother stright, and sleep tight, wish tomorrow her face more bright.
But now, she's crying. She knows, this is not the first time her tears falling. Because now, she don't know him; don't want to meet him; anymore.
She lost that boy, her first love. She lost the joy, now just a scary boy. She just don't know him anymore.
I feel like a cat doused with hot water. It's hurt.
Jakarta - October 1, 2015 11.42 PM -AOH












