Two Broken Hearts

I never know what my fault is. My life was perfect before, it was so beautiful and colorful, but now everything is different. I have lost the things that I love the most; the warmth that I used to feel, the laughter that I used to hear, and the romantic love story that I used to witness. Everything has gone because of a mistake. Whose? Not mine!!

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Under The Frangipani Tree

Watching him had become a habit, or to be more exact, a necessity. Fifteen minutes watching him under the frangipani tree was probably the best fifteen minutes I spent in school. Seeing his smile, counting his steps, noticing his sturdy back that disappeared behind the cafeteria, all of that was a daily ritual that I couldn’t miss. I was addicted.

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Di Bawah Pohon Kamboja

Mengamati pria itu sudah menjadi suatu kebiasaan, atau mungkin lebih tepatnya suatu kebutuhan. Lima belas menit itu adalah lima belas menit terindah yang kuhabiskan di sekolah. Melihat senyumnya, menghitung langkahnya, memerhatikan punggung tegapnya yang menghilang di balik kantin, semua itu adalah ritual sehari – hariku yang tidak bisa kulewatkan. Aku kecanduan.

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Taj Mahal

It was on the last day of my third visit to India that I could finally get a chance to visit the love monument, Taj Mahal. It was on a cold day in December, on the 12^th to be exact. We were done with all the meetings and our flight was late at night, so we had an entire day to explore.

ANGEL

My heart beats twice faster than usual. I count my every single step to erase my nervousness, “Walk faster, you lame snail!” that voice commands. I ignore it. I don’t want to walk faster. I'm not ready yet!

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