Letter

If yearning is what this thing called, then I must be feeling it right now.

Maybe all I remember is a teenager version of you (or is it the young-adult version?). I've never quite have the chance to know the newer, current version of you. In my brain, there's always the "you" in your senior high school year: reading fanfic on your small notebook (you might be the only one who have the privilege to own that device in our class), saving stories using the school (kesiswaan room?) wifi, goes to KFC (almost) daily and having your late lunch there, and... so on.

I remembered that once, in a windy afternoon at 17,00, you offhandedly commented that the mocha float on that branch near the school (La Terrace), is not on the top quality. That one branch in Margonda is much better. Because the coffee is more bitter? Or the acidic taste of caffeine is more prominent on that batch made there?

Such a little things. On this current timeline, it's not relevant. Especially on your adult years.

If I composed a whole song for you, would you listen to it?

If so, then forgive me for not trying (harder) to reach out for you. Yes. That old flippant me, so caught up on her own stuffs. I should be more mindful when it comes to you.

Gah. What did I even write? Knowing that the chance you venture here, finding out about this website is slim.

Still, yes. Human like to try and give effort, however futile. It's in their nature.

Wishing you a safe and peaceful, fruitful existence.