The End of Our Story?

 "Sorry, I came too late."

Tidak pernah ada kata terlambat buat gue. Pun dalam hubungan ini. 

Banyak sekali pertimbangan ketika gue bilang kalau, gue tidak akan mengizinkan lo masuk ketika lo belum benar-benar sembuh dari luka yang lama. You'll end up hurting me. Hurting yourself. Hurting us.

"Aku ini apa buatmu?"

Everything I could wish for. A whole package. 

A home.

But it would be difficult to share your home with somebody else. 

"I always be the one who love too much, then left alone."

"Maaf."

"Buat apa?"

"Karena terlambat."

All was game and fun, on and off, until in one point, both of us were trapped inside the... genuine feeling.

"Jangan pergi... apa kita masih bisa temenan?"

"Yeah, sure." Gue mengangguk, perih. "But I need time to heal. To recover."

Then he starts to cry. 

"Did I hurt you?"

I'm completly silent I can't even handle the question.

It hurts. So much.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you." He cry, and it breaks my heart to watch him cry like that. 

I start to cry.

"Hey, it's okay. That's my fault, not yours." Lalu gue melanjutkan, dengan rasa yang nggak karuan. "Kamu sayang sama dia? Kalau iya, sayangi yang betul. Sayangi dirimu sendiri. Take a good care of yourself. Love yourself first. Aku mundur."

And that's how the story ended.

It's hurt so much I can barely feel the sadness. 

But time will heal, as always.

I pray nothing but the best. 

Always.