di dalam memori ketika aku peduli.

I turned of the paper, and there he is, sat on a full page photograph while holding a cup of latte he got from that coffe shop at the background of the photo. He seems quite happy with big-ass smile at his face. I wonder, why sipping a cup of coffe in the morning seems so fun. I wonder what’s on his mind, after all that he did long ago, when I thought the center of the world is him. Turned out I’m such a dumbass bitch thinking bout such thing. He used to be so cute and caring, and daring. It’s always fun talking to you at that time. No matter what you say, what you did, every story you told. Every day you were living is so full of life that I’d drown in your laughter and smile. I crafted it on my skull, the way you handed over the milkshake you bought on that fast food restaurant to me, the way you teased your friend, The way you talking about friendship, and love. It’s like, with you, I felt like the world is created just for our laughter. I fell for your charm. I fell for your enourmous taste of music. I fell for your ridiculously awesome puns. And then that happened. I shouldn’t ever ask that. I shouldn’t ever throw the bait. If we weren’t dating at that time, I’m sure we will ended up together when I reached my 20, till death do us apart. Oh the irony, then you cheated for your ex, you do make me cry a river at that time. It’s funny tho, I actually know that deep in your heart, you love her. Just her. There might be a tiny bit space for me there, apa gunanya? Entahlah. For wasting your time, bersama fans yang perhatian, mungkin, aku. At the end of my 3rd year of highschool, I know what love is like. Love is when I cried a river for someone yang bahkan a tiniest bit pun, aku, never cross his mind. Eventho I knew that, I still standup with proud full on my chest and yell, “I felt the butterfly, I love you so, please leave her already, be mine once again”. Then I cried again. A lot. Knowing, that will never ever happened. A year pass by, you left your ex, for someone much better, not me ofcourse. And I felt totally nothing. I mean, sure it bothered me a bit, but what the hell, I don’t gave a friggin fuck. Knowing how much of a scumbag steve you are. I might gone to your wedding if you married your ex, and be genuinely happy for both of you, you know, since you guys love each other and look perfectly together. But the fact that you actually leave her, after you choose her over me, for someone else who might be much better(according to you). It’s such an awfull thing to do, don’t you think? True, you’re such a greedy bastard. Ah, you’re also an arrogant bastard. I don’t hate you at all, but yeah, you’re a douche.