De Javu

When two hearts are open to each other... Learned to understand... Although possibly did not yet love... Still just liked... Was not wrong to try... Maybe a mate maybe not... We do not know ... No one who knows ...

The day was felt different... The day where we met... To open our hearts... Your smile welcomed me... Made me not the power... To hide the feeling... The day you were very pretty... Your hair that was long and black... Really was harmonious with thy skin that was white...

Every human being has a different conviction... However sometimes the difference caused dissension... Moreover bloodshed... Why could happen?... And why must have the difference if only caused the problem ?... There was no certain answer... But that was certain... The Lord created the difference... So that humankind could choose... Chose that was best...

Hope and dream... It was the strenght... The strenght to make efforts... With perseverance... And patience... Prayed to the Lord... For the conviction ... With the way that was chosen by us...

I almost forgot... How warm thy embrace... How soft thy kiss... And thy smile that was calming I almost forgot all that ... Until we met again... After so many old... Unfortunately... You are not alone...

I yearned for the love... The love to love ... Not only was loved... I yearned for the love... Loved with love ... Not only as the reasons... I yearned for the love... Loved in love ... Not merely liked...

There was a time... When we felt greatest... Felt could do anything... Felt knew about anything... So as gaze at trivial... Anything that was done by the other person... All that... Sometimes was not realised by us... Because it had been lulled with all praise ... And the enjoyment that was felt by us...

I say... That I could live without U ... And the life will go on... Although that without U... However... I also have to admit... If I do not want to ... Live without U.

Love is like a painting... Had millions of meanings... Depending on the scratch of brushed... The feeling and spirit of the painter... Love is like a painting... Consisted of many colours... That will become more beautiful... If being good at to mix the colour... Love is like a painting... Had heterogenous form... Sometimes complicated and abstract... Until being difficult to be understood...

She thought... Parting was the best way... But evidently not... She thought... Will be easy to forget you... But evidently not... She thought... Love will go away... But evidently not...

She is not a teenager anymore... When be faced by a reality... It did not yet get the beloved... That was craved uptil now... When the standard of the choice... Could not again like previously ... And the meaning of the love... Not merely the courtesy ...

I miss U... I hope you also feel the same... I miss U... Not because of the love... Or wanted you to come back... I miss U... Because of beauty of your heart... That made me amazed... And I can not forget... I miss U.

Don't blamed each other...! And felt truest...! Will be better... If we realised each other... And confess... The mistake that was carried out by us... And tried improved that... With fully the sincerity...