It start all over again. The feeling of missing old times. I am not sure what is it that makes me miss the old times so much and makes me crying, sometime. Can not sleep well, sometime. Sm*k** some, rarely. Think too much on s**k*, seldom.
Probably, only probably, because I miss my heart feeling something, freely and abundance. Free to miss grandma and free to go to Kuningan whenever I want. Miss mom so much and free to go to Ciamis to just stare her grave. Free to play with niece at Anyer and spend some times on the beach. Free to do anything I can do for Dad. Free to stay over night on Nita or Putri house. Feel the big love for my man. Fill my leisure time with music, movies, friends, social stuffs, small shopping.
Yes, I think I miss the word L O V E which I had so much during old times. And which I start to loose during this ma**i*g** life. Whose to blame, buddy?
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