Imagining You

Chapter Four.

Page 113 of 365.

Imagining You.


Am i crazy?

They said, crazy people are the ones who imagine things when there's actually nothing there.

So, am i crazy?


I know you're there.

So, please, answer me.


Am i crazy?

They said, crazy means doing the same thing over and over again but expecting a different result.

But, i'm not crazy, aren't i?


Please, this time only.

Answer me, i know you're listening.


I know you're there.

I know you are the one who wake me up everyday.

The one that watch me silently through the night.

The one who soothe me up when i catch a nightmare.

The one who cheer me up when i'm down.

The one who are listening to every word that i say but yet just stand there silently.


I know you care.

I know you still do.

Remember when things were in colors?

When every sound is a love song and every taste is sweet?


I know i'm not crazy because i know you're there.

So, please, talk to me like we used to.

And tell me that i'm not imagining you.

Unfaithfully, Yours.

Chapter Four.

Page 109 of 365.

Unfaithfully, Yours.


...

Umm, yes, where were we?

Oh, yes, you were talking about your new bag.

Oh, new bags.

Yes, it is interesting.

...


Those eyes.

Those smile.

They should not attract me.

Well, it is not attracting.

It's tempting me.


Ah, yes, dear.

Oh, okay.

Yes, you have to tell me more after you go to toilet.


"You're bored."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

You're like a mind reader, you know.

A cute mind reader.


"Is it obvious?"

"There is no guy could stand this kind of conversation."

"Unfortunately, she didn't aware of that."

"Oh, you must love her so much, you listen her patiently."


No, i'm not listening to her.

I'm mesmerized by you.

...

How do you define love?

Is it a feeling that grows over time?

Or a butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling at the first sight?

Is it only for a special person?

Or you can love two people at the same time?

I don't know.

What i know now is,

i love you.

And her.

Whenever i see her smile, i'm happy.

As happy as when i hear your laughter.

Whenever i hold her hand, i'm happy.

As happy as when i hold your hand behind her.

Are we wrong for being happy?

Do we always have to be right to be happy?

Do we choose whom we get to love? 

Isn't love is a grace, something we don't deserve to have but we receive it anyway?

She may be holding my hand but you are holding my heart.

Writer's note:

This post is inspired by a song made by a talented guy named Gregory Sukamto and sang beautifully by Chassya Andryska. Listen here.

A Fine Friday Evening With You.

Chapter Four.

Page 105 of 365.

A Fine Friday Evening With You.


You.

An obsession of mine.

A personification of perfection.

A reminder, for me, that there is still impossiblity in this world.


Are we friends?

Well, i'm not sure.

We knew each other, for sure.

And you smile back whenever i smile to you.


That smile.

That can light up my whole week.

That brings up a hope for me.

And for the same time, a tragedy.


And it happened.

I don't know how.

I don't know why.

It just happened.


We're going out.

Together.

You and me.


It's like a dream that comes true.

Sweet.


Laughters over laughters,

we told stories.

Time over time,

i stole glances.

And you smiled back at me.

And i was just so happy i couldn't breathe.


That one fine Friday evening,

i officially fell in love.


But the decision has to be made.

Should i choose my own happiness over the right thing?


Because I'm happy to be with you.

Are you happy to be with me?