Crazy Little Thing Called…

Photo Courtesy Of Astu Prasidya

Photo Courtesy Of Astu Prasidya


The word terrifies me.
It’s when your heart gets disconnected with your brain. And before you know, you’d start investing your time, your mind, your emotion, for another being.
You’d start to miss them when they’re not available for you,
You’d look at their pictures that you keep on your device,
You’d look at the time and think what they’re doing at that very moment.

And like everything else in the world, nothing last forever.
Life happened.
And the grieving starts.
And you just want to curl up on your bed, shutting down from the rest of the world.
Sometimes you’d replay some scenes between you and them a million times as to find the clue of what went wrong.
Was it this? Was it that? What? WHAT IS IT?

My phone made a beeping sound from an incoming text.
I didn’t want to see it at first because I didn’t want to hear anything from you.
But it was too late.
And of course, it was you.
“Are you okay? I love you.”

And I shiver.


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