# I LIKE YOU SETULUS HEART #
I found your silhouette in my memoir. At dusk twilight saddens the pungent sadness. Time is the biggest injury in life. Wounds, for those who live in memory. Including me. I remember, the twilight was never as thin as this. No small pieces of memory sliced ββfragile hearts. I love you. It used to be, now and then. I do not choose to love you. But fate has decided, I will live to love you. Though you do not live to receive my love.
I still remember it. Three years ago. At that time you were still a little princess trying to grow up. I'm an ordinary boy who is childish. I never knew, of the many men on earth. Why do you have to leave a little love for me. In the man you just met 4 days. In the man you just talked for an hour through a short message. And somehow I accept it. Perhaps this is called the god's plan.
"I love you"
"Hm rags"
"serious"
"Hm yeah yes"
"You love me ga?"
"do not know"
"Seriously"
"Hehe yes i love you"
I love you
You too passed with a sweet smile glowing on your lips. Left me left behind in the pipenya jalan cipaganti. There's not much time you spend together with me. The only time it is every day before we leave for school. A variety of reasons arise, just do pr, wait for school time, or learn a little material when going to the exam. But that was no more than an excuse for me to spend time alone. Hold you mute, or pursue your lips in longing.
Today. Exactly seven years since the promise. I'm not a childish teenager anymore. Now I have incarnated adult men who are ready to compete in society. With a degree in education that I'm about to get, I'm ready to open a new branch of my restoration. Quite confusing is not it. My dreams from small did open a restaurant. Besides because I like food, my father's factor that a chef also pushed my ideals to be true. A day ago I ventured to tweet. Simultaneously memention to ask him to attend my graduation ceremony. But there is no reply from him. Either he did not read it or he was lazy to reply.
Today I am with my toddler coupled with my mother wearing a red kebaya combined cream veil. Medium my dad. My father sees me from there, from the world where they are gone. In the rush of graduation ceremony, I replied congratulations from my friends. Interspersed once, two shots from the photographer. Until the graduation ceremony was over. He did not come. I do not know what the reason. But I did not expect it too much. I understand, six years of not communicating. Then suddenly present only to ask him to come to the graduation ceremony of a man who had hurt his heart. Yes twice I dare it. But I was just a boy childish at the time. different now who understand the meaning of a sincerity.
Through the twilight twilight, the sun went back to the other side. Leave the night instead. Funny I'm opening twitter. "Congratulations ya already be a scholar. Sorry I can not come "a reply from him decorate my laptop face. Honestly, I was very happy then. Looks like he's started to forget my mistakes first. "Thank you. Yeah gapapa hehe "I replied swiftly. That night feels as beautiful as ever. A night I've never had in six years.
Since that day, we also have a message. I feel the jokes laughing that was once hectic among us. Although not see his face, but every reply he made slalu took me to his memory seven seven years ago. Looks like the whip of love starts to slice my heart again. And I'm happy. A month already we communicate again. No longer on twitter, but now has been through short messages and even occasionally call. Not infrequently we also spend time together berke
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