Ruang Rindu

There are so many things I want to tell you.
As stupid as it sounds, I just believe that you will drop by, so you will read this.


These days, I keep thinking.
Thinking about us.
Thinking about me, about you.
Easy come and easy go, it was me.
Easy to let go, it was you.

I know this can’t be fixed with a simple sorry.
But what are we supposed to do? Not talk for another six years?
You’re willing to wait another six years?
Because you know what another six years would do to me? It’d torture me.
Do you know how hard it is to make you fall in love with me? 
God, I shouldn't suggested those words. This was a mistake I'd soon regret.


Most of time, I want to tell you this "I miss you", not because a good fling we ever had.
I want you believe in my "I love you", because I really mean it, every word of it.
I mean it.



I'll be waiting in our "Ruang Rindu".