Dear, D. The one who had burn my spirit to write again.
It’s been a long time since the last time i wrote about you. I don’t really remember when did the first time I wrote about every single thing on you. I was so interested that a day without writing you is a meaningless day.
Today, I don’t want to write about how much i adore you. I don’t want to write about how fast my heart beats when you’re near. I don’t want to write every single thing I like about you that make me suffer when I didn’t see you even a day.
You are my best friend. You are special. You are incredible. Your sillyness, your laughter, your suggestion in every problem I told you, your sarcastic opinion when I’m doing something weird, those things will always be on my mind.
Now you’re apart. I don’t wanna count how many days you left this town. I don’t wanna count how far you are from me. I don’t wanna countdown when will we meet again as you promise.
One thing I’ve just known about you: that you like reading my post, and the best thing is knowing that you want me to keep writing. I said: “You were my inspiration, so how do you expect me to write again, when you’re not here anymore?”. And you said: “every single thing is an inspiration, with or without me here, you have to keep writing. It’s your passion”
I remember the day when you wanted me to write a script for you. I was so excited because I always dream about a day that I make a story and you make it a movie. And when you asked me to do that, I didn’t need time to say yes. You get me to make a psycho story–not kind of my genre–but it really challenge me. I did my best but oneday you throw the script I gave you. I thought ” what’s wrong? I did my best. I wrote every single thing you want me to write. But you, with your arrogance throw it all and you had me to re-write every part that you don’t like”. Okay then, you are a director and a scriptwriter should have do what the director want. But i didn’t feel hurt. I thought my writing was really far from what you want. Then I write again, repairing the bad part of it. Not for you, but for me, to prove that I can write like what you want, to challenge myself that I can write out of my comfort zone.
So this is a post special for you, who always force me to write no matter happen. To write every single thing i feel: sadness, happiness, joy, sorrow. To write every single person who stay in my heart: lover, friends, family, and even strangers.
Thank you for being my inspiration. Thank you for keeping this friendship. Thank you for letting me know that how far we’re apart, it’s not a big deal to still keep in touch. Thank you for remind me that a writing lasts forever.
.:My Silent Scream:. 