The Short Poetry Collection

Waiting for Love

Long ago my love story was no more. The last one was a year ago. Now, I'm still alone and don't like anyone. Not because I didn't manage to move on, but because there was nothing interesting in my eyes. I just went to school as usual, mingling with friends whether boy or girl. Nothing too special.

For some reason, no one approached me. My friends talk about it often.

"Gue is still curious, woi! There could be women as beautiful as Gea, no one is deketin. Guys on why, anyway?"

That's what my friend said, Dea. Our names are similar, but there is absolutely no blood relation. If he has said that, I usually always answer like this, "Cowok, right, not always looking at the physical doang!"

Dea always does not accept it and says, "But you are almost perfect, Ge. I'm a mediocre one, really. I'm surprised!"

If the word 'surprise' has appeared from him, then this debate will not be finished if I continue to answer. So, my other friend answered.

"Whisper you, De! Still mending Gea than lo who until now, still PDKT-an. Tau-tau, ghosting again like that."

"Lo bring it up mulu, deh! I also don't want the PDKT time and continue, but he's not shooting."

"Cowok kayak that, but you're not gonna shoot, De!" my lecture.

"That's not it, dong! I know you're traumatized by your past, but they're different." Dea remained firm with his stance.

"Who is traumatized? I'm ordinary," I argue.

"If you're traumatized, you should like someone right now. It's been a year, you know, since the last time you guys pulled!"

"Whatever, man! The point is I'm not traumatized, "my final sloth at continuing this useless talk.

If there's one thing I'm really lazy to talk about, it's my past with that guy. And so, I won't talk about it. Let Dea talk about it himself.

I forgot what I wanted to say because I was busy arguing with Dea. As I said at the beginning, my love story is long over. A year ago, exactly. Until now, I was alone without liking anyone. Honestly, I don't think I can move on from him yet. However, it should have been because I wasn't at all sad when I learned the facts about her new boyfriend.

I don't know. I sometimes get confused about my own feelings. So, I always assumed that I was out of her shadow. Now, I'm even happier. When there is no liking and liking someone, I call it the waiting phase of love. I just let my feelings work out as they please. Don't talk about the risks because I miss the feeling of falling in love.

Have you ever felt

Missing the feeling of love

Missed his pain

Because it's been too long

Waves of love

Like being stuck in the heart

The love radar was broken instantly

I don't know why it doesn't work

Is it because it's too comfortable for yourself?

Always looking for new love

Often times I wonder

Sometimes remembering the past

A love word that rarely unravels

Never escaped my head

Love . . .

The longing will be bitter and sweet

And, I have one pinta

I have found him so soon

So that this heart no longer asks

**Hi, everyone! How are you doing? Hope you stay well, huh? Is anyone else in the same phase as Gea? Gapapa, that's natural. All you have to do is enjoy.

Btw, this is the second chapter of the year and hopefully it can continue to the next chapters. Thank you to those of you who are still reading to this day. I wait for the theme of the story from you guys, I will make it slowly. See you in the next chapter!

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