Sudah biasa. Merasa seperti ini. Sudah kesekian kalinya.
Tapi kenapa... aku belum terbiasa juga? Sakitnya tetap sama.
I've said this a billion times, i really do have no luck in love.

Bising. Tapi mengapa yang terdengar hanya kesunyian?
Terang. Tapi mengapa sejauh ku memandang, yang terlihat hanya warna hitam legam?

I thought this was a one time thing.
The kind of crush that goes away in a second.
It's.... more complicated than i thought...






Sudahlah.
Tidak baik mengubur diri dalam kesedihan, bukan?

I have been thinking about you. I wondered if you liked it when it rains because you’ll have more excuse to drink more coffee. I wondered if you liked poetry or ever written one. I wish I could have you read mine. I wish you’d know that I wrote about you and find that flattering, but a part of me thinks that you will probably get weirded out, so I made everything subtle. I was never good at profession, anyway.