Tafakur Love Mualaf

Bonchap 1

The least I'm willing to do is, when you come back after I make it. I don't want you to be present, as a space troublemaker of my heart. There's enough of me locked up, I'm stuck feeling without being able to get out again.

Not about love, but about pain. Yes his love is gone, but there is still his dancing pain. I once thought, why is there such a complicated story? About who was the escort, that was not the real problem. But about the shame, I was certainly very depressed.

You managed to cling to me, without me asking. It all just happened, without my control. What a miracle of fate, even I can't dodge. The cavity of my head was forced to insert a piercing thing, into the deepest memory drawer. Messy melts, into the bottom of the heart.

Do you know what? Do you know what? I don't want to step on my feet, on the spot where we met. I didn't want to see him for four years, because so deep in logic wanted to throw you away. How hard I struggled, to throw you out of my memory. You don't know, maybe even if it doesn't cross.

Not about revenge, not about anything, but all memories are so bitter as bile mixed with poison. If I stay, I will continue to feel uncomfortable. But if I want to leave, I can't fight destiny.

Fate wants me here, just keeps drifting along old wounds. I wanted to go far away, but my parents wouldn't let me. I don't know what to do, so always say it's okay.

Free I showed you how pathetic, it doesn't lessen the burden either. It is better to smile, even if it feels very painful. Don't ask about readiness, of course I'm very unprepared. But the situation forced me to accept, until this heart went numb. If there is a choice I want to throw a sentence, overflow to release all the claustrophobic.

Everyone was surprised, who are you? Who are you, so that it can steal my heart. Women who were once known were hard to conquer, because of their indifference to men. The sentence seemed to have sunk, only becoming the history of antiquity.

Are you that good? Are you that high for me, until this self-esteem is lowered. The crazy lips of love are regenerating, evoking a pile of buried memories. Hey, do you know what? Do you empathize a little, I'm tormented.

I want to hold him accountable, but I don't know who to go to. There is only a sense of inadmissibility, which ripples out in the heart. But only the soul droops on its own, not wanting to stand for long. I limp, I'm surprised at the human way. It's totally unexpected, I'm not used to it, I really don't accept it.

I may have been forgotten, deep into your head cavity. I too may have disappeared, from the shallow position of your heart. Not yet at the bottom of the heart, but time is over. I'm too lame to take your heart, so up to this moment I don't have any office. I until now, was just a fleeting friend.

Honestly, I'm willing. In fact, you can love loss. But the one thing that is most in my memory. We have cold wars many times, caused by them. The best step is to eliminate each other. I can consider it over, when fate is willing to give me a new environment. I'd love to, shake off all the pain.

I do not want to remember how this self was humiliated, scorned, even accused. I want to drown you, forever and ever. Letting you buried with the sea coral, throwing with the foam of the waves. Without any sand left, float on the beach side. I don't want anything about you left.