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There's someone who die to feel it

I forgot the specific date of the day, but it's a bright evening when I saw a girl, her age is around 15-17 years old. The girl is crossing the zebra cross, her daddy hold her hand really tight. It's kinda my favorite view even some people may taught it's a common thing to be seen. I love to see the scene of a daddy protect his little girl in a drama or in a real life. All of people love to see an affection, including me, even I don't taste any of it. Just by imagine it will happen to me someday, it's enough to make my tear drop down as a form of happiness. Suddenly I remember some people ever ask me why I can be as that hard to myself. Today I realize that it's not a choice, it's a must. Cause I don't have a supporter in my life, I just have those who I 'call' as supporter, there's no one who will motivate me after a failure, I have to handle it by my own, I have to fix my broken heart by myself and swallow my tear as it drops while I ha