Tafakur Love Mualaf

Bonchap 2's

That twilight lemon tea reminds me of coming home from school. It was late in the afternoon, and I found you. But this face turns away, remembering that we feel foreign. Even at school, say no. Just imagine, that we are actually in a class.

I only remember, but the steps ahead still make you the past. Not about your evil, but about the evil situation. I was pushed away, even slammed so smoothly. All because, by this liking. A sense that is not loved to be present to say hello.

Just because I put my taste, I was judged by many people. Just because of the taste, I exiled the world. When I remember it, I don't want to repeat the same thing. Those painful events live on in my memory, how accusation, being bullied, betrayed ever happened.

I suffered once, even too much injury. Feeling is not a violation of religion. Taste is common, as long as you can keep your limits. Why should I? Why should I be trapped. Sickness, pain, and pain, even though it has been a long time.

I've tried to avoid it once, get acquainted with many new people. Just have a purpose, so that everything about my hunch is wrong. But I always fail, they choose to play. Then I got stuck feeling, re-repeating memories.

I am a person, stuck in the past. When the blue white is traumatized, then the gray white is traumatized even more. I'm just a human being, trying to let go. Just because seeing the toxic discuss the past, it felt mentally assertive this disappeared instantly.

I only look weak on the outside, but my heart is actually strong. How many times have I told you I can't, but I also face bitter days. Believe that with God everything will be fine. Dark days must melt into the past.

I looked at the sky, without feeling the day continues. Will not be able to repeat time, so choose to make the best memories. Trying to be kind in God's eyes, even if it is not perfect. But no human demands should be so, just be strong enough.

The one thing I determined, remains a waste. Depending on God, what the day after tomorrow will be. If she decides I'm in love, it's hard for me to avoid. But obviously I was very traumatized, to repeat the feeling back. In this memory, all the wounds continued to nest.

I knew I wasn't the main one, but you weren't an important part then either. One day you're nothing, except an ordinary human being with the title of a fleeting friend. I'll really prove it when we meet again. I'll show an adult attitude, without tying the wound in front of you.

Let you just know that you are okay. Consider this wound has receded, or even dried up. But when you realize, the deep sea is not that easy to shrink. The amount of water needs a long process, unless God wills it.

I remember that moment I dodged, to sit with him. He's the savage mouth in class, who's messed up all my plans. I'm really hurt by his accusations. How dare he do that, with no sense of self-consciousness at all. I let myself sit down, with our friend nicknamed boss.

Why did I have to be that long, wallowing in a complicated story. He cannot go out again unless He wills. Now all that's left, is numbness. Trauma to fall in love again, after many bitter months. I used to be under pressure because I had a feeling, how could I possibly fall in love again?

I started the morning, to do some more activity. Your shadow always haunts me, no matter how I fall in love. It can be hard to forget you. Honestly, I was willing.

I don't know how to deal with the past. So embarrassing, and just wanted to drown yourself. Hiding straight from the past, without daring to face it.