Él

"The flower, the bricks, and the sea" Ardhito wrote it on his blank paper, that day, might be. Then, it turns out into pathetically song called "I Just Couldn't Save You Tonight", isn't?

There are big, biggest hole in my top of body—and soul—my head about what I wanted crashing the id. Once in a long while, IJCSYT more likely a person I'm scaring the scared of instead. 

I'd clearly say, I would not fall for a man, within visioner intention—to my ride or die, that day. The day before I saw him the way pretty Dolph's, dancing under water, the wind blow the sea, birds starts salsa over the cloud... Such the most incredible painting inside my head. 

The day He keeping his words,

Since that day, all I do is reconsidering my words, all the fear, the traumas—what a strange. Then, I thrown the same damn question—every single day—am I in love? Does it how love feel like? 

I've jumped over the apartments, but when He ask—genuinely—shall I be his love of lives? He's already on his 'the ship is ready to sail, capt'—and within knot on my finger, I would not living over the next apartement, but build my own house (red-our own house) instead.

Mi vida.