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I miss that stupid thing, when I do not want to go home when it's already midnight. Just to get the word "yes" from sorry for my mistake. I'd love to repeat it, really.
I miss crying with you, arguing with you, when was our last time like that? Down the road and do not know the purpose just to waste time with you, I am willing to leave my routine activities just to enjoy the time before our separation.
I still keep this compassion, clearly in your eyes, desperate to forget all. But it's not that easy for me, I know even though it hurts, you know? the pain is never broken, so is the depth of my race against you. No one can see much less reach it.

You how are you? Still want to drink milk with me? Is not pure milk your favorite drink at the time? Hey do not forget to smile yeah ...
Only your smile that made me until now can not I forget, too long indeed to release it all. You still laugh loudly out of control? That is also your custom.
You are not a shy woman in order to protect femininity, you are still a woman who freely expresses your personality, I miss. I hope there's no more tears running down your cheeks, I could be crazy if that had to happen.
Oh yeah, about the last time we met? Maybe when you give me a piece of cardboard with the inscription "NDA". What is that? I have a hard time understanding what you mean by that gift. I've been looking for you all the time, but I've never had a chance to meet, there's always a block.
Last I remember, I had a dream and there your presence helped beautify my dream, about two weeks ago, I really remember. You just leave a sweet smile that is too ambiguous until now I do not understand what that means. You always leave a sweet puzzle.
When can I be like you? When will this position change? I also want to be like you. As long as I remember you, it's been a long time since this time.
There's always a desire to forget, but what's with it if I'm still a city with you.
I can not believe it, if one day I have to see you with another. I am happy, happy, but the hidden pain will become eternally happy.
"How are you?"
Two or three days you reply,
"Okay hehe, you what?"
I try to remind the old memories, but you're always dismissed.
Well, I do not want to force her.
I want to cry, with satisfaction I have to spend this tears if I can. Let no more tears next. Is it evil that I have to endure a grudge? Should there be another stupid struggle as it once was? Until now you have never explained why you are like this. Every time, you always turn that question. I really miss when we go to the left-handed square. The place is very friendly for us. I find your simplicity in harmony with the left-handed square. Feels crowded but friendly. That's where we first exchanged a key chain so memorable history. And until now you still save. Do not you stop to smile dear, that's all that keeps me to this day.
picesty nur fitriani, the first woman who ever cried with me........