this is exactly what i’m feels too..
“one day I will be able to love again…”
It’s not a wish. It’s not really a hope. But it’s definitely a will.

Today I went to a coffee shop all by my self. Thinking about my life and my surroundings. Spotting people around. Realizing how beautiful they are with those laughter and smiling faces. I almost forgot how to enjoy every single scene like this, and even sometimes sharing a quite smile too.

I remember how I used to More…share laughter with some friends. How I love to put smiles on their faces and brighten their days. And I recall every beautiful moment I made just to see those colorful happy faces. I almost forgot that I was once that person.

Beautiful. That’s what they thought about me. And now I often disagree. I’m not that beautiful. I’m too painful to feel like one. Though I know, I was once a beautiful mind. Wondering how I lost it. Remembering how I’m fading and being somebody else. Reminiscing how beautiful I am in the past.

It’s the love that you lost. Not “the you” that you lost. A friend told me one day. Logically I would disagree, because I know that I am lost. Loosing a beloved one doesn’t mean you have to loosing your self too. Yet I know I’m lost without my beloved one. You’re a great person. You’re tough hunter. You’re a good tracker. You always know what you want and where you’re going. It’s hard to accept that you’re lost just because you’re loosing a guy. Some of my friends said. Really? Am I that person all these times? If I am “that person” I would’ve know and I wouldn’t want to be lost forever.

Being naïve. I would just say that I’m being one. You’re not that naïve; you’re too smart to be one. Once again they confront me. Am I being someone that I don’t?

I remember how lovable, how irresistable and unbelievably fun i was in the past. Sensing life in a positive ways. Celebrating life and love moment by moment with cheerful smiles. Facing problems with jokes and joy. Seeing broken hearted as one of God’s gift to appreciate every love-full treatments I get from others. And realized that one day I will be loved again. It was then, but I’m willing to give my self one more try.

by:maya

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junkr wrote on Feb 28

angel walks..
angel talks..
angel sings..
n breathings..

*nyanyi*

vanillasmile wrote on Feb 28

ngga pol in lop sih… cuma pgn lbh “hidup”

okeboo wrote on Feb 27

emang enak kok kl lg pol in lop..

vanillasmile wrote on Feb 26

i thought love will lead you back?

ramarame wrote on Feb 26

“kalo kamu percaya akan cinta, jangan mencarinya…..tapi cinta yang akan datang kepadamu….”

pureink wrote on Feb 26

vanillasmile said

one day I will be able to love again

yes! thats the spirit! a very positive ones! hihi!

greyskymorning wrote on Feb 26

*terdengar lagu maroon 5 - she will be loved*

enjoy your pain, enjoy your broken heart, enjoy your sadness
as long as you can feel it now (but don’t get drown in it)
cuz one day, you’ll forget what it feels like

biangkerok wrote on Feb 25

Allhamdullilah…i’m happy for you

ritaardiansyah wrote on Feb 25

planetprivateryan wrote on Feb 25

still wanna b ur guardian angel coz u really are an angel

junkr wrote on Feb 25, edited on Feb 25

is that you?