Malang, 13 Juli
2017
As the clock strikes
twelve, she is awaken from her dreamless sleep. Her eyes are wide open. As if she
has never closed them.
Her feet takes her to
sit by the windowsill. She is gazing at the night skies for countless times.
Drifting clouds. Shimmering moonlight. Starry skies. Silent night.
Blanket around her
body seems unable to keep her warm. She is hoping to lit fire in the fireplace
just like she used to do. Now, she can’t. Even looking at it gives her
unbearable pain. Those memories never fade away from her heart.
She’s staring at the
empty road ended at the dark woods. Hoping to hear his footsteps, see his
cheerful smile, and welcome him with a tight hug. No words are out. Just a hug
and a kiss on her forehead. He then strokes her hair gently as if she is the
most fragile thing in the world. Good old days never fail to make her smile within
her cries.
10 years feel like
forever. She still remembers how timid he was on that day. The day she felt as
the luckiest girl in the world. The day when her dream to be a bride of a man
she loves came true.
Frost air covers her
window. She write something on it. It said...
Thank
you for giving me your last 10 years. I promise to give you all mine.
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