it’s been a week. no. a week plus a day.
it’s been a week since 19 december. the day you went away.
why it took so long to write this post?
i don’t know.
maybe i was too afraid. to face the reality. to realize the fact. to acknowledge that it’s officially over.
seems like bull if i don’t say that this path is really hard.
i cried. yeah, a lot and periodically. my tears are running down everytime the memory flashback in.
i love him of course. i do have my own mind about my future. and who’s in it.
but we’re just an actor right? we try our best to act, but in the end, if the director says to cut it out, then it will. if He says that my love life should be ended like this, then that’s how it be.
i know Allah has a bigger plan than i have for my self.
first, i know him. then i’m in love with him. having a good and bad time, having a hard and tough day, laughter and tears, and finally He wants me to be alone again.
first few days really so hard. but i have to move on, right? so i’m holding back my tears, and said to myself all the time that i will be fine. yes, i know i will and of course he will, too.
-to be continued-
