To you, whose name could not be written…

It’s been a while since I’ve wrote you poetries and sang you my songs, isn’t it? I know it’s almost impossible that you will read this post, or even if you read it, you might think that I’m writing for someone else. But it’s ok, I’ll keep writing anyway.

There are so many words that I can’t tell you, for instance; why I avoided you since our last encounter at Senayan. And ofcourse, why I keep singing and writing unpublished songs about you.

But here’s a tip, read any literatures about how a dork loves a celebrity, or read about how The Beast loves The Beauty. Then, maybe you’ll understand how I feel. And incase you’re not paying attention enough, I wrote the word “feel” at the last passage, and that’s a present tense

But now I’m not writing about how I feel about you, it doesn’t matter anymore…

I just want you to know, that I know how you feel right now. Eventhough we haven’t really “spoke” since I got back to our beloved hometown, believe me, I know your updates. Some people might say –or maybe even you think– that I am stalking you, but the truth is, I don’t.

There’s a slight difference between a stalker and me. Stalker –obviously– stalk you to where ever you go, but I don’t. I just pay attention about every aspects and details about you, from everything that relates to you. I listen, and I analize any informations. Ok, I know that sounds a little scarry, but that’s not.

And so, now you have your heart broken once again. I know that I may not be as lucky as him or your other ex lovers to be loved by you, but believe me, I can take the pain to hear you whining about why you keep falling for the wrong man, just like the old days. Just dial my number anytime, and I’ll pick it up before the second dialing tone. Text me a “halhoyo..”, and you’ll see my number in your cell the next second.

When ever you’re feeling down, I’ll be there to pick you up. When ever you’re feeling sad, I’ll be the clown to cheer you up. When ever you’re feeling that the sky will falls down on you, I’ll borrow Hercules’ power to hold it as long as it’s needed. Just call out my name, anytime you want, and I’ll be around in a zap.

Know this, that you are my criptonite, and it hurts a lot when you’re around, but don’t worry, I’m still a superman. Just take me outside to feel the sunshine, and I’ll be just fine.

Or if you just wanna be alone and keep the story for your self, don’t worry dear, it’ll all be gone soon. Maybe you feel it’s a tragedy, but soon enough you’ll consider it as a comedy. Trust me =)

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