Hi batara sanda, Since 4th of February Two Thousand Fourteen, you slip into the niche of my heart, a new figure that seems interesting if I enjoy from various sides, both your shadow and your shadow. If you had known, you were already someone I had cherished for existence, I waited for her presence, and missed her heavy voice.
We've known each other since six years ago. But we talked to each other a month ago. When you meet in an association forum in a luxury building. The red shirt you use so fascinates my cool figure. For the sake of the earth and the sky, I have not enough reason to be able to dodge your appearance. But really, I did not think to make my admiration a form of love. Quite simply amazed.
But that is only the beginning. Almost every night, you become a part of my days, a laughing shadow that brings peace before my night's sleep.
I dwell in the mangu. Wondering at the night sky, it's the mosquitoes who are desperate. 'Too hurry if I try to call this love? If so, then what's the name of this feeling? a sense that does not want to be away from you and always miss you? Even though I know you're not in my hands?
Initially, all this is fine. I'm always excited to church, just to see your face and meet yourself even if it's only two hours that I have. Until in the end I'm tired of all the silly things I do. Until I decide to spy on you and inquire about the clarity of your feelings.
I started off with a silly thing, pretending to be someone else. Until finally I get a real answer, it is very tearing my heart, tear down my palace, and unleashed the center of the spring. Tears welled up.
It turns out I've only been living in a black hope. You do not have the flavor I have. You are still in his soul, the soul of another girl. I hate you! why are you giving me empty hope with all your whims? why you have the heart? let me be silent in black magic? where is your sense of humanness?
Tears are getting hotter.
After I was tired of being angry at things, I decided to keep a distance to you and try to change things the way I used to. Alright.
Can you imagine what it feels like to be me, the one who loves you but falls in your own foolish dreams? Can you feel the pain I'm the one who misses you, but the heart does not unite each other? Batara, can you please tear my eyes to those who wish we had the same taste because of your hopeful behavior?
Your heart becomes his. Meanwhile, my heart is yours. However, why did I and you never create space for us? The space where we understand each other also loves.
