A Letter #13

 Aku udah hampir lupa kapan kita terakhir bertengkar.

Aku kira udah bisa "gaada masalah".

Ternyata emang ga mungkin.

Jujur aja, aku masih childish aja.

Entah aku kebanyakan mikir atau emang aku laki-laki sampah.

You will always be my safe place,

My sacred place,

My healing fountain.

I promise you to quit smoking after ramadhan.

I'm sorry that I failed to do so.

I promise you to act mature.

I'm sorry that i still couldn't do that.

You ask me to be more respectful, and still i act like a scumbag.

I'm sorry that i am still a let down.

Best regard my love.

I'm sorry.

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