Rina was pensive when she found a piece of paper between the pile of clothes she was working on. "What is this?". Then he picked it up and opened the paper. Instantly his heart and mind drifted over the memory then. He still remembered clearly who gave the letter. Slowly he opened the old paper in his hand. Each string of words did not escape the sweep of his eyes.
Dear Princess my conch: Rina
The first day that begins us is a place and time that we can never guess before. Not a smp stool, where we first get to know each other, but somewhere I can define I'm "INFESTED".
TERMINAL, yes the end of every vehicle stop, I assume it's the terminal of love for us because that place is also my stop from my journey of love that never clear and at the beginning of my love journey with you.
Funny but that's where the journey begins together begins search of identity and true love. Problem, problem, long distance, obscurity culminate on July 1, 2010 The historic date where I pledged love.
Unreasonable love, unreasonable love, matter and everything, but is not that so-called sincere love? Love is not by lust, nor material.
Love tells me so much that I have thousands of reasons not to hurt and leave you. Only 1 word that expresses the reason that princess snails, you are the best for my heart and my life. Your patience, your loyalty, your attention is the thing I stabilize in my brain memory.
Princess snails as couples we must complement each other, remind and culminate receive the advantages and disadvantages of each other until the desired goal is achieved that is happiness.
Princess conch, I do not want to have a relationship like a boat sailing without direction. But I also do not want to be a shaman who comes to rain. it is our goal but the result is only God who determines, we as human can only plan and try.
Princess snails, many punjangga express her opinion about love from their respective perceptions.
"Love is the soul-stirring flute"
"Love is the wings of life"
"Love is the intimate gaze of the time owner"
Princess snails, from many perceptions of love I have the perception of love itself. I think love is my life companion and my life companion is you.
My conch daughter has only modest hopes, I just want to be a priest for my wife, a good father for my children someday and I want to be Ali bin Abi Talib who never polygamy Fatimah daughter of Prophet Muhammad.
Princess snails never tire of giving me forgiveness and give me a chance to change for the better.
Prince of Frogs: Reno
The chirping of the birds awakened Rina from the dazzlingly engraved string of words. Instantly the pain that ever felt Rina feel the back of the recesses of his heart. The wishes etched in the mepesona's words are immortal in a worn word, but not the same as the reality that Rina faces. Hope that so mebuai heart destroyed a blink of an eye, when Rina Knowing Reno has a Heart rest besides herself. Now what is the meaning of beautifully fascinating word strings when only temporary seduction scratches the wound so deeply. Until now the wound was never dry.
As the wind that blew Rina flew a scrap of obsolete paper in her grasp, worn paper wafted in the air to the wind, the farther and farther from Rina's gaze.
Rina steadily stepped her legs down a pinch of hope to be happy, down a future whose eternal beauty in the real world is not only eternal in a scrappy piece of paper that will someday be destroyed by time. A smile starts her new day. Rina excitedly yelled to the rest of the world. "Goodbye to the past, and welcome happiness".
