The Diary Ecca

The Part 10

...First Meeting...

"Why'm the car?"

"I don't know Vid, suddenly broke down"

"Maybe I can help you!"

"Yes, of course, you can help om. please deliver Ecca kekampus afraid late later, let me call the repairman to come here"

"Oow that is, but om no pa-pa here alone"

"Yes not pa-pa, already there Ca set out so that David who dropped off late" pinta father firmly.

How else than late I immediately agree. I kissed Dad's hand and walked to David's car. Maybe the kasian saw me hard to walk withstanding my leg pain, suddenly David grabbed my shoulder and grabbed my hand, leading me into his car. The startled me looked straight at her and she replied with her smile, she opened the door and told me to come in and what was this was suddenly a different taste in my chest, oh my God my heart started to get irregular and my face started to heat up.

"Ma-makasi" I said bitterly because of the nervous shock, he smiled and nodded his head.

After a few minutes in the car seemed silent without sound, only the sound of the car engine was heard roaring, David finally broke this silence.

"What college did Ca major?"

"I happened to take Art"

"Waw, the Art man is also to" he ledek.

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I am I, I am the cheerful one who hides behind the desolate. I am the light that hides in the dim, I am the anger that hides under the serene. I am the one who loves you that your heart always covers.

The fact is that people who base their self-respect on an ambition to always be right prevents themselves from being able to learn from their mistakes. It turns out that it is true that everyone always leaves, in order to know what it feels like to go home to an embrace that we rarely think of.

"I once wished so strong, loved so great. Then then a little wound, my heart broke".

Have you ever experienced what is written above? Falling so great in love with someone, you give all your thoughts about the good in his hands. You love him so rightly, so kindly and so sincerely.

Dark clouds grinned bitterly, a little bit of crying bitterly, when it hit the innocent heart, so dark, so many misunderstandings, so much less?.

I looked up at the sky, the soldiers in logic began to get inflamed, demanding that happiness be returned. In deep turmoil, which path to choose, endure or let go?.

If only I could have pursued your steps so that we could walk side by side. If only I could, I would have decorated your days with a smile. If only I could, I'd make sure I deserve to be juxtaposed.

If only I could, I would have turned back the time so that I wouldn't know you. If only I could, I would have spent my day without thinking about you. If only I could, I would have drawn my soul that wanted to be next to you. If only I could, I would have asked my heart to stop feeling you.

There are two things that are so loyal to be a companion in life, introduce him named laughter and tears. We will never know what kind of situation we will take in the days ahead. We will never know what kind of meeting will make us happy or vice versa.

The moments that are always running are a parade in gratitude for the grace of God. Because in reality, having lived alone is the greatest gift that has been received by millions. Circumstances also have their ups and downs, happiness and sadness will spin on their axis.

I was once a place after your happiness was exhausted, which you shared from the torrent of tears, which covered the wounds of the fruits of the deeds of others.

Someone had closed his heart tightly and no longer intended to open. However, a good intruder will be present to repair any wounds created in the past.

My race had been silent for a few years, not even if I did not want such a dominant movement in my heart. I shut the door of my heart so tightly, whatever love I will never let in. With so much kindness, my life became orderly. My days went well without any of the circumstances being so overwhelming, I was not so worried about the loneliness and silence I felt. For me silence is a very pleasant thing for me, my days are filled with friendship with books and the sound of singing beautiful seagulls.

Being who we are without a mask and a stale base does not always make us friends. But once we get it, then that's good news. Only true friends always understand us for who we are. They spoke less and less many times, protesting here and there. Benahi that is not his business, forget the main task is to take care of your own business.

I was once devastated by overconfidence, I was broken by choosing the wrong person. I was once deeply buried in the heart of someone I was immersed in with the intention of being able to understand. I once decided to fight for a heart that fights for others.

I was once scattered when my love did not arrive, I was once pierced by a fragment of my own heart while composing, and then you came again. I've fallen twice for being careless to give a chance, I've been left out of waiting, I've also been judged for protecting.

The thing that always makes the heart worry is when you choose to love someone, but never have more courage to express it. That feeling was like a pain that for years did not find a cure, if only you dared to say it maybe you were not killed dead by your own feelings. Indeed, as someone who first fell in love, that feeling of fear was always there. Make your heart worry not that day is not night always imagined, for me I prefer to love in silence, because I will not find the word fear in love.

When you're broken and he's gone don't ask if you haven't had enough of him, you're far more than he can't.

Having me, I want so much value in your eyes, until someday when you have nothing, you still smile because you can still have me.

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