This is a book specifically for the people out there who wondered about running into the 'right person' at the 'wrong time'. Now what's the definition of a 'right person' and 'wrong time' ? Sometimes, we (specifically woman) always feel a pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and not wanting to look like a girl who's life is revolving around some guy(s). But sometimes, we always need some affection. Truly, it really means so much to us, but the majority of people would make fun of it and cracks some jokes. Why? Isn't everything we do in life is a way to be loved a little more?
(1)
That is the thing about heartbreaks, they don't shine through your skin, they don't gleam off your face, they don't paint your heart with a pitch black marker, but they are quiet. Behind the most sincere laugh, the most warm hugs, the most genuine words. Heartbreaks. They bring you to a travel town across the blue world. The past, they remind you of a sad story when you were once happy with each other. The future, someday you'll hope to be happy again as if the past. These two could be happening in the very same time.
(2)
Saturday night, you and i were glued to our seats, our eyes are glued to each other. Side-by-side, you dressed to your classic all-black outfit. So there i was, wrapped in an outfit just like you. Our laughs are filling the atmosphere, where all the wind just swoosh around just like a F1 car, the adrenaline in my blood is rushing, you stroked my hair. I laughed, i was entertained by your wittiness. You also laughed in such a oh-so-handsome way, i felt a little butterfly just flying around my stomach. You ordered me a coke and salmon, oh you know me so well. Later that night, you brought me to a place where only you and specifically you knows about. I couldn't leave that place so easily.
(3)
It was 6:13 a.m. You kissed me on the forehead, then rushed to the door. I opened my eyes, a ray of sun light just peeked a glimpse through the window, unable to find you at the side of our bed. You left me a note, saying "I got you a pen and a book, you can write all about us and the chances we took." I sat on the edge of the bed, missing that scent of you that screams woody musk. Do we even really have a chance anymore? Or does it just appeared in your fantasy? "Who would have thought you would leave so soon?" Well, thats what i wrote about us, and the chances we never have.
(4)
Not so long ago, you vowed to me that you truly do love me and you'll be dancing with me in a ballroom until the light cut off. But as i walked to the ballroom today, the chandelier were crushed into pieces, the carpet were replaced with dust, the music was stopped, the guests were gone. I guess they went to a nearby cafe? The curtains were closed and the host wasn't there. Could this be such a coincidence? I guess not. I am already covered in a black fabric and crystals. And put up my hair just the way you like. I'll be waiting for you in the ballroom, maybe. But I guess, just guessing, the lights will be turned off very soon. You lied to me, you'll not going to be dancing with me at the ball.
(5)
Sitting in my apartment, I've spent several hours just to find the right words. The perfect words, that could describe it well - of how you are precious to me. The words that could represent you - you collected me from the dust and before i figure it out myself, I was saved, The ideal words that could tell you that you have been the greatest decision i made in my whole life. But i couldn't find them. Perhaps you were too precious to me, Perhaps you are too perfect. Perhaps you really do completed me in the best way possible. Perhaps it's because you have always put me before yourself or how you always think what is best for us. No words would be enough to narrate the beautiful and such kind soul you are. I will always, always, be the luckiest.
These 5 stories could tell about a person so well, now which of these stories represent you?