It's funny how one year can be a whole different story for both sides.
27 November 2015 will forever be my date, saat pertama kali aku akhirnya pacaran. That way, 27 had always been the date I knew I had to remember ever since, but turned out, I still remember it as the date I need to remember, unconsciously.
27 Desember 2015, adalah hari yang indah as far as I am concerned. Hari itu adalah sebulan pacaran, I was driving to Gresik dan hpku rusak. I texted him. Iya, sms, semacam pacaran jaman SMP dan that's, I think, what makes me still remember it. Dan dia bales sms yang membuat semua cewek di dunia ini seneng kalo di sms kaya gitu sama pacarnya,
'Met sebulan, Beth. Jangan bosen sayang sama gua ya. Sayang bethari.'
Oh that was beautiful, if it wasn't, at least I was happy.
Kemarin 27 Desember 2016.
Was it beautiful? I can hardly say yes, since not any particular thing happened. Tapi kemarin siang, tiba-tiba kepikiran.
Setaun yang lalu, aku sebulanan sama Nabil. Dan sekarang, I am on my way to recover from a boy after him.
Was it beautiful? I can hardly say yes, since not any particular thing happened. Tapi kemarin siang, tiba-tiba kepikiran.
Setaun yang lalu, aku sebulanan sama Nabil. Dan sekarang, I am on my way to recover from a boy after him.
Ya, sekarang aku berusaha melupakan seseorang setelah Nabil. Fell twice in a year for a boy huh, that's a record for this innocent me.
How one year can change so much.
How one year can change a stranger into lover and lover into stranger.
How one year can change a smile into scars and unspoken expectation to reality.
How one year can change you, yourself, to someone you never thought you'd become.
How one year can change a stranger into lover and lover into stranger.
How one year can change a smile into scars and unspoken expectation to reality.
How one year can change you, yourself, to someone you never thought you'd become.
And it got me wondering, how my December 27 2017 will be.
Will it be unforgettable?
Will it be sad and unhappy?
Will it change a lot?
Will I change a lot?
Or will it be imaginary? Since no one knows when Allah wants me back to Him.
Will it be unforgettable?
Will it be sad and unhappy?
Will it change a lot?
Will I change a lot?
Or will it be imaginary? Since no one knows when Allah wants me back to Him.
Life does have a way of working out truly is something we have to believe.
"So many things in life are cyclical… they travel their circular path, always returning eventually to any given point. Time is no exception to this… every 24 hrs the world has spun a full circle and every 365 days it has completed a full circle around the sun. And though the way we experience time is subjective at best, I still believe there is a certain phenomenon that many people share…There are times in our lives we experience a trauma; we are deeply hurt in a way that can never fully heal or we lose someone we love deeply from our lives… and when that happens, something in the way we experience time is forever changed. It is as though the world has always spun its circles on a perfectly polished surface but as of that moment, the glossy exterior is damaged in that exact spot forever and the circle will always have difficulty when it gets back to that point. And from then on it ‘catches’… snags… like a damaged record, or a hangnail on a woolen sweater or a hiccup with a broken rib… and it hurts… in a very real, literal sense.
I lost somebody once on this date… and the way I experience time has forever been altered because of it.
Every year this day ‘catches’… and it hurts. Each time the world has spun another circle, it seems to return to this point and stop momentarily, almost as though it were giving me a moments stillness to acknowledge the emptiness and the loss… before it begins its turning once more…"
- Ranata Suzuki | Painful Anniversaries
I lost somebody once on this date… and the way I experience time has forever been altered because of it.
Every year this day ‘catches’… and it hurts. Each time the world has spun another circle, it seems to return to this point and stop momentarily, almost as though it were giving me a moments stillness to acknowledge the emptiness and the loss… before it begins its turning once more…"