Today is the last day of 2017 and I still couldn’t write a letter for you. It is not because I don’t have time or something but there are so many things I want to talk to you. Actually, I have written them in my journal but I don’t think it is proper enough to be published here since it could be read by anyone. You know what it means to me when someone reading my journal. Ha!
Life is weird, right? Back to years ago we were good friend then become stranger and now you ask me to put small contribution to your project. Life could flip in a blink of the eyes. When you tried to recall what we had in the past, of course I remember. It still sticks in my mind where we bought batagor, the song we played, what we did and talked in now your campus, why things happened. But, I had to cut your sentences because I was embarrassed of how dumb I was. You said we need to see the history to face future. And we can’t ensure the future.
Let’s just live in present day. Maybe we are on different path right now. You with your own life I barely know and I am here doing things. Give space for any kind of surprise because nobody knows what lays in front of us.
Anyway, thank you for making time in Bandung. You still owe me batagor! I was having a great moment since we met in front of Buaran Theater, long silence because I was late, until you couldn’t stop telling me your girl crush and finally waving goodbye in Tebet Station. I wish we could spend time a little bit longer. Go to Pasar Santa, Sentul, or BSD, or just talk. But no, this is enough.
Oh hey, finally I write one though this is not all that I want to tell you. Nggak lolos editing. Wk.
Years ago, I used to write letters (or whatever it is called) to you someone who means to me. This is the last letter in this series and the hardest one to write. I choose to not put password as I mention before and publicly share this because why not.