Relung

11 Desember 2021

It’s been a year since our last met. How are you doing?

I’m in the bus station we used to be there. I even sit on the same chair where you wrote notes for me. I still have it.

You must be proud of me because I’m getting better each time in handling memories. The detachment is going slowly, smoothly. I let the process takes its times. But I’m not gonna lie, I do still miss you. I admit my feeling. It’s not ashame to be real and vulnerable.