Romansa

by nadissa regina putri

dekat

lara

the truth is I stopped talking to you, not because I don’t like you anymore but because I thought I was annoying you.

And I’m just waiting for you to say that you miss me everyday, every hour while recalling these memories I had with you.

the mind replays

what the heart can’t delete

memories are bullets. some whiz by and only spook you. others tear you open and leave you in pieaces. they don’t want to forget their memories they want to remember them without any pain

“why?”

“will we ever be fine?”

akhir?

and suddenly, she found herself grateful, grateful for all the darkness, the heartbreak and the betrayal because it allowed her to recognize true love when she found it. and she knew without a doubt, that all the broken, shattered, forgotten