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A silent smile

There's these nights when you're not feeling well of all the sudden, completely alone in the room that's not exactly your room -which have no air conditioner but cold as fuck, your mom called and all the homesicks and sadness filled your lungs right away, you poured minyak kayu putih all over your body, you wished you could just sleep to shake away all the not-so-depressing-little-things that never fail to makes you feel like shit anyway.

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Then he told me to come out because he's outside. And I could feel all the butterflies filling down my belly and Hoppipolla's intro playing inside my head as I see him standing there; smiling from the distance with a carton cup of hot chocolate on his hand -not more not pless-, walking towards me, and I always love the way he makes me feel like I'm the destination /fuck my stupid diction/ I love watching his every step when he's walking towards me, it's silly but whatever I love it. My eternal feeling of homesick is on pause each time he's around.

He handed me the hot cup and said -still smiling- that it would make me feel better, and just like that I knew that the rest of my suck night would finally felt right again.

Thank you for constantly doing cute things that triggers the fleeting happiness without even being asked. Ily.


"A silent smile, a private kind of happiness"

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