Black Room

Past Times

The past deserves to be a lesson, not to be remembered or retold

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Love is a feeling that can never be fully understood. Sometimes, wounds are part of the way a person loves. Can't someone who loves be vulnerable to injury?

Buk mutia knows all about fiona from a little note I wrote two years ago. At that time I took out the wound with a pen that wrote my heart on empty papers. Together with a tightness squeezed by sadness that only I can hide. The sadness was born from a broken heart because fiona chose afdal as happiness. No one knew about the secret wound. Until I could rise from the abyss and accept the fact that fiona is not the love I should have.

Either this is God's destiny or just an accidental coincidence. Buk mutia showed me the wound I wrote two years ago in a photo sent through BBM. Buk mutia was touched to read the writing. He said that he could feel perfect sincerity flowing in every verse I wrote. Until the wound incarnates the beauty of the feeling of love itself.

I fell silent next to my bed. The night outside the window looks bright even without the stars and moon illuminating. I read over and over again buk mutia's message. Don't understand him? That feeling two years ago of fiona is now being felt for her as well.

"Where did you find the book?" Short reply.

After rising from the wound that fiona left two years ago. I turned into someone who understood that love was only about coming and going. Therefore I never dissolve in disappointment and heartache. Breaking up from kaena, imagery, and risk is not a big deal in my days. However, tonight I prefer solitude and sorrow in my heart.

"Buk Asmarni found the book. Buk Asmarni accidentally read the writing at the time of examining the historical task at the. Buk asmarni kept it and showed it to mother. I am curious about Fiona's story. Can I tell you a story?" Reply bbm buk mutia.

I didn't immediately reply to buk mutia's message. Why buk mutia wants to know about fiona. It was strange that he brought up the stories of the past. Even I almost forgot that I once confided in me.

"The past is only worthy of a lesson, not to be remembered and told" I replied.

Blackberry singing peterpan song titled stars in heaven. The touching lyrics made my feeling heart-saddening. I live the song with marijuana linting that faithfully accompanied me. Music can be fishing and represent the feelings of a person.

I typed immediately "Sincerity won't disappear just because it's unrequited. And true love won't go away even if it can't be together" I reply quickly

Play my BlackBerry music switch play naff song titled Remember me. The lyrics sounded piercing and heart-wrenching deep in pain.

"really. But why would you rather be a coward? What happiness will a coward get" buk mutia's message.

I swallowed spit. Bitterer. Buk mutia called me a coward since this afternoon. I feel annoyed with him. What does he really want?

"Wouldn't a coward be better than a loser. Why would stubbornly express feelings if you were so sure your love would not be accepted? I must understand that everyone lives by his own thoughts and principles" I replied.

I sucked the length of my twisting before it was extinguished in the ashtray. I opened up twitter to vent the semblance in my heart. Writing a tweet can ease the wounds in my heart. Then make the ScrenShoot tweet I wrote earlier become DP bbm

You are a tormenting dark shadow. Poison in the sweetness of happiness.

My BlackBerry rang, a message from buk mutia came in.

"Sometimes someone first defines fear before trying. Like you. You'll never get out of your grief" replied buk mutia.

I decided not to return any more buk mutia messages. I feel tired. Marijuana makes me more sensitive to my feelings. I want to sleep.

Tonight I understand. Tears do not always fall out and flow in the cheeks. Sometimes, tears also fall in and drip into the heart.