Someone asked me yesterday during our 'makan-makan' if i was the youngest in the family.
Before answering him, i asked the permission to ask a question back to him.
'Do i look like one and why?'
And so, the answer was yes and too obvious.
What's with the spoilt brat title on me?

I guess i had made a mistake treasuring something too much.
Maybe i was putting most of my feelings in that sack of relationship
and i did not dare myself to explore the wide sea but kept myself to the sack and hold it tight.
Am i learning or not?

I left this sack yesterday.
I do not want to claim although it hurts more than i expected.
I left it at shore and let the waves do its job.

Karina left me this at my FB Wall;

" I miss him, i miss him, i miss him.
So I let his songs play over and over again.
Some days it calms me down, knowing that this voice belongs to me.
But some days it hurts my heart from an angle for he isn't here.
I have him only in fragments. in tiny pieces that I must duly collect over the years.
Let them be my solid collection of memories.
One that can transcend space and time. "

To the Boyfie, this is for him.
But for now, it's the departed sack i missed.
Wait! this is nothing to do with breakups or whatnots!
Don't worry, we're still in love.


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Lost : The SACK.
Found : Not yet.

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Self-contra agent,





p.s: Everyday by Simple Plan.