A not so Hema’s confession.
Saturday night when the city goes loud.
I pictured your smile at that time, in my mind. Bright and full of love, just wondering how the world goes round and round everyday carrying that shiny smile greater than a gleam of the sun. I was blown away every time i learn the details about your gaze, Ra. It’s like some caffein that i need every morning before starting my day. A must, a routine, that made me happy for a long journey of the day.
Ra, have you ever thinking how your presence totally change out my life? You called out my version that i don’t know it was there. Those words came out of your pretty plumpy pinky sweet lips — sorry — always made me get through my worst day. How to handle the pitfall of my dumb decision, and also, even, the shortcoming of course that came after my action. You always made it.
The art of choosing word of allay is gonna be my number one reason why i’m really sure with you Ra. Maybe it doesn’t affect you so much as a warm hearted person in every lifetime, but it really was for me. Thank you for sharing the great way of thinking and how you saw the world Ra, nothing more beautiful than cross and get along in a days of yours.
I don’t want to be a stupid teenager who’s gonna say “i can’t live without you,” Ra. You always told me the necessity of taking care to ourself, how to handle things wisely. And not to losing ourself, in every decision we made.
Thank you for always taking care of me and my life path. Nothing can show you how much i’m grateful because of you.
Thank you Ra, really. God knows how much i miss you here, and God knows how i say your name in every pray.
God, please let me and Raline find each other again in our best chance. Amen.
