40 months ago, I was in front of a musholla looking at the radiant dark blue sky waiting for someone to take my hands. Someone who later with his love and patience heals my pain and save my drowned soul. Someone whose hands I realized, once I take them it would be hard for me to let go. Once I made him my witch, there would be no one else.
Today..40 months after, I am standing alone in front of a musholla and looking at the same radiant dark blue sky. The wind blows my hair..takes me straight back to that precious memory of mine. But there's no one this time. My witch is gone. Only his memories remain, within my heart.
That day I've made up my mind, whatever the consequences are, whatever long this journey takes I'll face it to the very end. Even though somehow I know he is not belong to me, that there will be time when our passage split accross each other. Only magic can make him mine. But at least this journey gave me a chance of facing the live differently.
If one ask me, whether I am sad or happy now, I'll answer both. So sad to see him this way, so sad to know his faith to me is fading. But I am happy too, for the very end I give him the very best of me. For the very end I know that pure love cannot be corrupted by the desire of having.
And now, 40 months later after all that we've been through, I know I've been loved. It's such a bliss.. And I couldn't ask him for more.
Selamat tanggal 22, My Witch..
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Today..40 months after, I am standing alone in front of a musholla and looking at the same radiant dark blue sky. The wind blows my hair..takes me straight back to that precious memory of mine. But there's no one this time. My witch is gone. Only his memories remain, within my heart.
That day I've made up my mind, whatever the consequences are, whatever long this journey takes I'll face it to the very end. Even though somehow I know he is not belong to me, that there will be time when our passage split accross each other. Only magic can make him mine. But at least this journey gave me a chance of facing the live differently.
If one ask me, whether I am sad or happy now, I'll answer both. So sad to see him this way, so sad to know his faith to me is fading. But I am happy too, for the very end I give him the very best of me. For the very end I know that pure love cannot be corrupted by the desire of having.
And now, 40 months later after all that we've been through, I know I've been loved. It's such a bliss.. And I couldn't ask him for more.
Selamat tanggal 22, My Witch..
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Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone
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