Then you just realized one day, that what you want in the first list is just something so 'normal'... It's not that worthy. Just another normal thing...

Hi, I'm writing as soon as I finished my exam. There's not much to tell, but I do have some secrets to tell. To you.

.........joking. Well, I made a story. If you like, please read. If you don't, just try to read, since it's FREE~ I don't know the title, so I do respect your help in giving this story a title since I can't think any.O.K, Let's start,
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Hey I'm Sunday.

And if you don't mind or are not in rush to know about me, I would talk about it later.

             I love writing my journeys and about everything that happened in my life. I write everything because I think it's necessary to do. I live my life so I'm not going to forget every amusing story in there. I keep going around with a little notebook which I can carry everywhere. 

           That book is my box of memories. I write and write, everything in details. Laugh, love, jokes, tears, farewell..and secrets. Everything, I served in details.

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              But recently, I don't write the date in my chronicles anymore, since I think now it'd be hard for me to remember the date. I'm not in favor looking to the calendar and remembering what happened through the dates. I just want to remember the plot, not the date. 

                  Two weeks ago, I did my second effort in a competition. I just realized that a year had successfully passed since the day I joined the same competition. Twice. Two times effort. Two times mistake.

               Let's say I'm so not in a-clear-mind that day. I kept on saying I'm Ok and everything around will automatically be Ok too, but in fact, I couldn't control my breath. I kept on thinking what that was not there. What that was so far away at that time but stuck up like a gum in my brain.


                  Some people who were in the same room with me, starting to speak. Every word they said was faster than the word before. They spoke faster and faster just like my heartbeats. I tried to put earphone to settle myself like usual, but not much help. Still... I could hear them.


              I went out of the room. Felt like losing my belly, I got twisted, or whatever. Outside, filled up with fresh air, I just wanted to throw away my mind. Flight away, away from me.


                I put my hand on my pocket, holding something that is very familiar for me. Yours. It was yours. Little stuff you gave me more than a year ago, maybe two. You probably forget, but I still keep it. A proof that I still keep this 'thing'. All of these things.
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          Now, I don't want to hear from you. I don't want to hear everybody, anybody. Why should I continue keeping this? Why can't I throw it away or just abandoned it on the floor, then go away? No one will notice since it's not a special thing. No. Not for them.


Not for them.

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 And I read the paper where I found a little handwriting I barely now was mine. It was a promise. A promise that made between me and myself. I smiled, thinking of why I was so easy to make everything simple at that time. A nice quote that says,

"I would be OK today. I would be OK tomorrow. And I would still be OK the next day after, but, in a year, You would see me, I WILL BE AMAZING."

The word 'you' seemed so odd when I started to touch it. 
How long have been I covered my eyes from that word? The question that I always kept in the silence, began to spread out all over my brain.

Whispering through the wind, I asked
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"Where were you?"



(...To be continued...)
 
Posted by Chusna Amalia

November 2013