Monday, February 6, 2012

Life is like a box of macaroons

Sometimes I feel like a piece of me stayed behind, frozen in that moment of time, when I discovered that things would never be the same again | When I saw you were gone and I ran after you, I promised never to look back | But there is this part of me who were wishing so desperately that you asked me to run away with you | Afterall, what is the right thing to do in life if it is not the one thing that your heart silently aches for, especially when it can be very very bad for you.

Surabaya, circa 2000

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