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"Who okayed this?" your nose wrinkled. My laughter burst as you protested against a trashy dubstep the radio just played. But you listened to it anyway, and complaining while the traffic light was still red. I laughed over the way you wrinkled your nose and frown like a grumpy little kid, in any second you would just gave me the stare and that smile that you've been holding will finally curved. There you go, smiling, and your laughter burst just as hard.

There's these times when you'll never understand why I always laugh over how you frown. And those times when they'll never get it why you'll laugh right after I laugh at you about something irrelevant. The only thing we knew if we do so is just the way we instantly feel infinite....and lighten. We were never capable of knowing that life could be such a torment. Because we believe that every broken pieces are meant to be mend.

There might be time when we'll cry or when the world is too chaotic, but you say that it will be okay. We'll be holding hands and shed our tears in the end, and we'll be okay. We'll be listening to The Cure when it's Friday and scream the word love in the top of our lungs.

'Cause we'll always be okay.

(My first flash fiction ever, sorry if it's cheesy and gajelas ^^v)
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Inside of Love

“This song is fucking great.” That’s what you said as your car stopped at the red light. The intro to the song came on and turned out to be something so familiar from my childhood. “Whaaat I know this song! Never listened to it in years!” I said in excitement of rediscovering a good song from years ago, forgetting it even existed. You just nodded and smiled, the hook was in and you started to sing. I stopped and stared at you for a moment, you were always singing -and you were always so into it. Your driver seat turned into a stage. I’d remember every little detail of you singing, the simplest thing I was weirdly so in love with. You grabbed my bottle of water, using it as your microphone. I giggled, using my phone as a microphone, and joined you for the refrain. I know the last page so well, I can't read the first So I just don't start it's getting worse I wanna know what it’s like on the inside of love. Standing at the gates, I see the beauty above. It was...

depart

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Is this it?

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Kata Lain di Balik Kata Lainnya

Kamu tau, kalau kamu selalu membuatku ingin berkata-kata? Meskipun hampir semua yang terlontar getir, tapi aku menyimpanmu dengan manis di antara lembaran kata yang tidak akan pernah kamu baca --yang kadang-kadang menggerogotiku dari dalam. Lebih baik tidak ada yang tau, termasuk juga kamu, karena memang tidak ada yang perlu tau. Dan sekonyol apapun ini terdengar, aku harap suatu saat kamu terbangun dari tidurmu, kemudian ada suatu rasa baru yang menyusup di rongga dadamu. Karena saat itu -untuk pertama kalinya- mimpi kita beresonansi. dari renungan sepanjang Cipularang

2!

I WAS in the mood for a long post but then I failed in the first 30 minutes of trying to type a good intro. So I'll just make it short then. Terus kamu udah bobo terus jadi kentang kalo aku line. Yawdha noraque dikid disindang ach kya. Selamat tanggal 4 yang kedua, dear you, my most favorite sleepyhead :) Thank you for the tickling butterflies everytime you're around Thank you for always making me feel special and loved Thank you for the fleeting happiness that you give daily Thank you for today, for the flowers (yay flowers!), for the great times spent, for a lovely day once again PS: Thank you Gan Bei for kindly and accidentally played Bill Withers' Lovely Day during our dinner :") " Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day"

Beach Baby

You were waiting for me on the seat by the window, with that half-drunken glass of your favorite manual brew. That same spot, our favorite spot, since years ago. From the days when I barely have the courage to look you in the eyes when you helped me solve my tutor homework, to the days where I sat comfortably beside you for hours -doing my thing while you're busy playing DOTA, and to another ordinary days when we need a late night coffee and this place were the only one that's still open. We fought a lot all those years, and that's what made that day different; for the first time ever we just sat there -calmly, like two civilized adults. No crying, no arguing, no nothing. I talked and talked and talked, and I remember how you kept saying "I don't know" -over and over again. I remember how frustrating it was to get you talking, but at the same time I was wishing that -for the last time- we would stay there as long as we could. Because once we were done, I swore...

Wait - M83

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Bedroom Sadness #1

There are times when you almost believe that you've get through it When you thought that you've over it But when it all clicks, you'll lose again You lose again Like you lost yourself for too many times before Your wounded soul won't heal And those scars all over you, they laugh at you And you still wished for the help that never came Because eventually, you're always alone

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