This story is a part of my real story. At first, he and I were just close friends, we were often together because we were in the first class to be exact when I was in the first year of high school. But when class 2 we split class, I IPA and he entered the IPS class. I and he invented during the first semester of class 3. At that time we were carrying out odd semester tests and at that time on December 1 he got an answer from me. Yes, I accept his love with all my heart for sure. I'm happy with his kind and funny personality.
Time went on until it was time we finished our school. And deciding where to go, we were always together until we were accepted at the time of study at 1 state university and 1 faculty. But I had to resign because I had to choose to work first. At first he felt sorry for my decision and I always tried to explain to him so he could understand my purpose.
That night he came to my house to say goodbye to me. Oh my god why does it feel heavy letting him go far away from me. There was a feeling of fear that I felt at that time, there was a fear of losing, being doubled or forgotten. I try to throw away that taste. But it always haunts me every day. But what can I say I have to trust him for the sake of his future and I have also made the choice that I must live.
Indeed separation is very painful and no one wants separation to occur. But inevitably all that must be given up for the future between me and him. Every separation is inevitable because God plans more beautiful in the future if we always be patient. Whatever happens and whatever obstacles I face are partial proof that I can live the distance of our love. Every meeting there is a separation, we can only plan but it is God who decides.
