A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 33 (note for frea )

Still I keep a neat, beautiful story in a note. I haven't opened every volume in a long time. The note was as if it painted all the memories. Yes although. I don't remember much of every event. At least it's been arranged in a row of words. You know, I write all this to remember you at any time.

December 2017

At that time, it rained so slowly. I enjoyed every speck with a bitter cup of coffee. Drowns me in sadness. December is full of stories, where God brings us together among many choices, even if you choose to end it. But the rain still rained. Just like the longing I always put in every spark.

This frea is about you, this morning it's yours. Rain continues to wash over the earth. Along with the rhythm of your favorite song. You slowly entered my memory. It's up to you. I want to end it immediately. It seems selfish. “Let this pass by properly” that's what you said. But it is not as easy as imagined. How can I forget the events that made me lose my way. Getting lost, missing, crying and always just like that, over and over again.

Don't you understand, just a little bit. The feeling I created was just for you, it was all about you. You understand a little, can you?

Am I wrong?

Or you've been so happy, until you completely forget, there I am always waiting for you to come back. Or you purposely made me cry. Let me know what a wound is, what a tear is. You're joking too much, Frea. There is no other way to make me cry.

Hey Frea. How are you today, I saw you smile. You tau? I'm so happy. I wrote my first note. Decorate the white paper with your name. Is this in love? Ahh fooling once I said. Until I finally brought you a flower. And allow this taste to express. Even without a single word created. Happiness is beyond the universe and its content.

Let me say a few words that I have never spoken to anyone in the world. Just a little “I love you” I put this word on the wind that brings rain in the morning of December. In every speck I put miss for you may you remember me.

Never mind. You may have forgotten, but it wasn't long before God actually called you. Thanks Frea for the injury. Thank you for that smile, thank you for everything. I miss you so much.

This message I send to the gentle wind as gentle as your attitude, a message I had not yet delivered when you were still in the world. When you cry in my arms, when I can still see your smile, May you calm down there yes fraa, This is me who liked you a long time ago.