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In a place where the two men meet and fall in love. Where the memories in the heart are engraved. Still under the same sky, the place was filled with laughter of the 4 people who were now gathering with the aim of letting go of longing.

Along with the shade of the Cooler of the Day, a woman seemed aloof among the crowd. He was sitting on one of the hills. Staring at the beautiful expanse of green fields decorated by the beautiful flowers that bloom with colorful Tabebuya trees are romantic.

His hands were moving around the ground where he was sitting. Still with the same feeling, the woman closed her eyes. Hugging a letter written by him every year. Same date, month, and second. He then smiled as he remembered a piece of memory he had with a human being who he was longing for at this time.

He laughed blankly for a moment, if only, if only he managed to close the recesses of the heart. Maybe he won't be hurt for a long time. Maybe this day will never come.

However, every time this thought approached the woman. He always felt that he was too evil. It was too evil on that figure who had given him many good memories. It was like betraying the despair that was created through a mortal form that had been real. It was too evil in her heart to be constantly lied to, because in reality, the woman missed him.

With a handful of letters she carried, the woman opened a box full of worn out pieces of paper, some of which were already fragile in time, and some had the distinctive aroma of an old book.

The woman then put in a piece of paper with her handwriting. With a glimmer of hope to be able to meet again just let go of longing.

Close that box. Buried inside the same place, a vacuum was still left in its recesses, even when time was no longer able to treat. Along with a favorite candy figure that. He smiled, then stood up.

"Oh you, from now on, I will try to forget you."

The woman warmly welcomed the hand of the man who had been looking at her with a sad look. Quietly hoping through strange prayers about something that is still ambiguous truth.

"Are you ready to go home?" ask the man.

"Always ready. From now on" said the woman.

"Are you coming back here?" ask the man again.

"Maybe? For occasional items of missed take off. May it?" ask the woman.

"Anything for you. After all, he was once present in our lives and took a big part in the story. Why should I ban it?" said the man.

"thank you. Then forgive me" said the woman.

"I'm always ready to accept the facts, and maybe, I'm getting used to all this? Besides this is about your heart, what do I deserve for your feelings?" the man smiled.

The woman hugged the man tightly. It didn't take long for the man to return the hug from the woman. The hug he hoped for would be as smooth as the avenger.

"Hey! Ready yet? Let's go!" shouted one of the woman's friends.

The woman looked at the shady trees that had been home for the past few years.

"See you later."

The woman then passed away. Warmly grasped the hand of the man who was waiting for him earlier. Leaving behind a place that had always been a place to complain, leaving behind all the feelings that he had been carrying.

Oh you, see you.

For you who are far away. I convey my longing greetings through the soft caress of the Bayu that flowed beautifully like a tone.

Long time no see. How's it going? Please tell me you're okay, because I'm trying to get back to being who I was. If longing had a form, the world might have sunk.

I am far from you always imagined your figure. He is present in every second, in the form of an illusion or commonly called a mirage. Haunting myself who every day is always trying to forget.

Hey you, when do you come back? Day after day I passed by prayer. It wasn't enough to just meet each night while I was exploring my imaginary world. One thing I've always feared is what they've been hoping all along to actually happen to me, which is to forget about you.

The witnessing universe also contributes to our story that is full of dark but beautiful scratches. I enjoyed it, to be honest.

What about time? The second by second that I passed without your presence was excruciating, cramped, and saturated.

O star-filled night sky, paint this night with beauty, scatter the colorful paint on the canvas that stretches as far as the eye can see. Make her lonely night beautiful, send my longing greetings to her far away. Let you bear witness to the expression of my longing for her, and the vastness of the canvas on which you cannot find the end, as my unbroken love.

O universe, if you please. Let me meet him once more.

From me, a man who has lost the owner of his heart.

08/08/2021

　

　

　

　

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