To my best friend, Nurul Japar. As I'd considered you, in all of my heart to be a part of me.
Loving you was like loving the ocean. So strong and yet so easy.
I have no idea what drew me towards you. But I got to say that maybe fate had driven us together.
That maybe He wanted us to be together.
I was a puppet before I met you.
I was easy, on everyone.
Pleasing them was my number one goal in life. No matter what they said,
no matter what they did.
But then you came along, and you were so true towards yourself.
To be honest. You were probably glistening and shimmering and crystalline in my eyes.
You were the only one that was mad at me for no reason at all.
You were the only one that I fight with.
I never really fight with people, because I'd rendered them as petty things.
But you're the first one I really fight with.
That I'd get mad with.
So that means that you're important.
I fight for things that I need.
I appreciate every time you came to me asking for advice or just telling me stories.
I felt happy.
Do you remember our first encounter? I don't really ha ha ha.
But I can't remember times I'm not happy with you by my side.
We're growing old, nurul.
I don't know if you're going to stay.
I've seen people leaving me, tossing me aside, so many times that I have lost faith in waiting for people to stay.
Sometimes I'd rather be the first to walk away, just because I'm sparing my heart from heartbreak.
But know this baby girl.
I would never walk out on you.
I'll stay.
Even if one day you decided to walk away first.
I'll stay.
You're one of the wounds that I choose in my life.
So maybe please,
stay.
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