Malam ini
dia tiba-tiba menuliskan pesan di grup “Nowplaying Colton Dixon- Piano Man. I used to sing
this song in iim’s room. Now i miss the smell of her room as i miss her. I miss
every lil thing we both used to discuss. I miss how she knocked on my door
telling she was affraid of sleepin’ alone after i told her ghost story. I miss
when she showed me she could play guitar better than she usually done. I said
nothing but i always appreciate her. I was proud of her. Coz i knew she would
keep on trying. Until one day she’d play me my fav song very well and i’d give
her my big applause”
My emotionless
face this night after read your message, i’m sure you know why. Rather than
showed my emotion, i was trying so hard to not cry...
How i miss
randomness inside of you--this random world that connects us. How
I miss you whom speak English fluently. How i miss the
walking catalogue—how many books have been read by you? I miss lil things bout you,
seriously.
Masih ingat
saat kau bercerita mimpi tidurmu tentang backpacking bersamaku ke Belanda? My heart was trembling that moment. Kau dengan antusias menjelaskan
detail mimpi besarmu itu sementara aku terus terharu akan keberanianmu bermimpi
setinggi mungkin. Saat ini mungkin mimpi terasa begitu jauh. Tetapi bersamamu,
mimpi dari hari ke hari terasa semakin dekat. Kita bekerja keras untuk meraih
hal-hal yang tidak mungkin. Kita telah buta terhadap kata tidak mungkin. Karenanya, aku yakin hari itu akan tiba.
Ingatkah lagu ini begitu sering aku nyanyikan saat kita bercerita tentang
tujuan hidup kita?
“ I dream high,
I’m dreaming so high. When it get tough I closed my eyes”
Masih ingat
ketika aku berkata tentang utang satu
tulisan untukmu? Bukan tanpa alasan aku begitu ingin menulismu di sini. Rasa
syukur atas kehadiranmu di depanku saat itu tak bisa aku ucapkan begitu saja. Bagiku, ada batas perasaan yang tidak bisa aku ucapkan dan ku pikir, aku
hanya bisa menuliskannya. Kau telah melewati batas itu, sama seperti sahabat-sahabat
yang telah aku tulis sebelumnya.
