Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 6's

...There's Love Season 2...

Why sometimes life's story is quite strange and difficult to tell. Defy the limits of ability, and become a unique and strange thing, as invisible and unimaginable before. Is it all just a fantasy? Or just science fiction? Or maybe it is a reality? Although it is basically everything based on the process of each life.Maybe I was never in the depths of your heart either until when I could stop just as your admirer, maybe this is a mistake in everything that happened in my past. I want to run and find out what happened to this heart, just a secret admirer and do not know what his name is and somehow. I could only succumb to the situation and perhaps not be able to survive every tear, somewhere I could shelter somewhere I was looking for where the waves were. It may be just a name but it is all just a lament, it is an improbable thing but it is a thing that must happen, let everything go as it is. I want to get out of the past and look to the future, but can I mature and come back so as not to listen to my ego.

Today I saw a pair of pigeons perched on the window of the room, my room was on the second floor near the balcony of the room and there were cactus plants. Next to me keeping a cat, I don't understand why the cat always reads I think this cat is hungry I named Coky. I just found the cat on the street when I was riding a bike, at that time he was very shabby and coupled with his bloody legs I could not see he was very sorry. Then I take care of the cat and I keep it, only 4 days I think this white cat wants to drink milk I think. She is very cute and coupled with her white color and bluish eyes I really like this cat she is very sweet.

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Never the hell you like someone but only limited to taste and can never express it, he said, maybe you are afraid but actually also embarrassed if you have to face the same person you like so you just try to cover up your feelings and just be quiet and awkward or awkward if faced the same the person you like so you look like an absurd and strange person to expect. I am a poem of hope, of longing, of remembrance and of the past, of trying to forget but powerless, I can only hold memories and the past in the longing hopes I want to turn into reality. But I realize the past is still a past, it is not necessary to expect much from him if he comes back later his story is clearly not the same. So why does this heart not want to stop hoping, when it knows that the past has left it. And who leaves should not be pursued, right?.

Not the story of Romeo and Juliet whose story is written and also filmed, nor about the famous Rama and Shinta. Not a rich man, just an ordinary man, not a writer but just someone who wants to express every feeling through the verse of words and also ink scratches written with the heart and feelings.

The sweetly written annual temple of my love story with him that sits in the courtyard of love together with my heart that is always ringing with the whispers of his love so sweet, so sweet, indefinitely revealed but I can't say. I'm just someone who adores him in the distance, I'm just someone who tries hard to stay loyal to him even if I'm just behind the distance, don't ask me how I feel if you can't move on from the past that haunts you because it's so unfair.

The splashing sound of the rain rushing from the drops to the sound of a loud, not enough one but thousands of puddles of water swept over my shoulders and drenched me, not enough one, I just fell silent while letting every puddle of rain and also the boisterous sound of the wind blow fiercely on my face. I'm a nobody, I'm not the director who made my documented life journey into a movie. Even in the crowd I was still alone and feeling lonely, like there was only a firefly accompanying me in the silence. I'm just me and not him, let me keep this feeling at a distance because maybe you're not for me and maybe this feeling will one day go away on its own.

This afternoon as usual I always look at the sky I always adore and praise the beauty of the afternoon sky, I like it most when I see there is a flying kite and there is a seagull. They look amazing to me this afternoon. I don't know why I always think when dad, whether he's coming home or not, my dad works at a restaurant as a chef, he's a chef, he only comes home once a month because his workplace is so far away and I'm home alone. My mother died a year ago.

I accidentally found a photo, at first I didn't know who it was after I was examined it turned out it was a photo of my brother who had died named Cessie. I miss him so much, I love him so much why he could leave me alone, somehow I feel lonely at home fortunately there is my cat who accompanies me and now I feel happy because now Coky can be my new friend and accompany me every day when I am difficult and happy. Although sometimes Coky is very annoying because he does not like bathing, fortunately he is used to Coky now so like to shower.

Today I saw a pair of pigeons perched on the window of the room, my room was on the second floor near the balcony of the room and there were cactus plants. Next to me keeping a cat, I don't understand why the cat always reads I think this cat is hungry I named Coky. I just found the cat on the street when I was riding a bike, at that time he was very shabby and coupled with his bloody legs I could not see he was very sorry. Then I take care of the cat and I keep it, only 4 days I think this white cat wants to drink milk I think. She is very cute and coupled with her white color and bluish eyes I really like this cat she is very sweet.

This afternoon as usual I always look at the sky I always adore and praise the beauty of the afternoon sky, I like it most when I see there is a flying kite and there is a seagull. They look amazing to me this afternoon. I don't know why I always think when dad, whether he's coming home or not, my dad works at a restaurant as a chef, he's a chef, he only comes home once a month because his workplace is so far away and I'm home alone. My mother died a year ago.

I accidentally found a photo, at first I didn't know who it was after I was examined it turned out it was a photo of my brother who had died named Cessie. I miss him so much, I love him so much why he could leave me alone, somehow I feel lonely at home fortunately there is my cat who accompanies me and now I feel happy because now Coky can be my new friend and accompany me every day when I am difficult and happy. Although sometimes Coky is very annoying because he does not like bathing, fortunately he is used to Coky now so like to shower.

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