A letter to my dear

I don't wanna talk or maybe i just can't,,

I'll write it for you,

Call me selfish, i don't care

I just don't wanna hear your argument

Now you're too busy to find out why the past happen to you, while i'm too busy find out why this is happen to me,,

I find the answer from the past because i let them go, i might call it 'ikhlas' but you try to find the answer by making the bound or you call it 'silaturahmi',, but it seems too intens for me if you try to text her or call her or even just have a chit chat with her friends and talking everything about her,,

You always wonder why i always ask you 'do you love me?', well actually it's not a doubt, i mean 'have you ever tried to stop love her or thinking about her?' That's what i doubt.

I'm not angry, i'm just unhappy. :(

-Yudith P. Munarno, 24th-

Too high

Oh honey, just don't try to jump higher, once you fall to the ground, it will be megahurt,, 

Oh honey, don't try to lie, once i smell about it, you'll be in trouble,,

Oh honey, no need to cover up a dead body, it'll be stinky sooner or later,,

Oh honey, don't try to make a joke, i'm just too old to laugh out loud and my heart will too rush to pump the blood and  blow up.

Just don't try.

-Yudith P. Munarno, 24th-