I have to confess that I wasn't totally honest with you. I could answer that question. I just wouldn't. How could I when it hurts so much?
It's the little things you do.
When you make me laugh. Like, all the time.
When you talk passionately about, like, anything.
When you switch side when we cross the road.
When you call me cungkring... umm... no, but... umm...
When you were there when I cried.
When you explained direction patiently to a passer by.
When you sang that Bening's song.
When you insisted on wearing sarong for a motorcycle ride even though it was... well, it was sarong.
When you texted me that 'ke depan pasti lancar ran.'
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no te tengo. Sentir que te he perdido.