2 more days

at 01 a.m tonight.
we're gonna be offically 9 months old.


i've been here for almost a week.
and guess what.
it seems like a pattern.
whenever i just reached.
the first few days.
you know,
everything will be so sweet and beautiful.
everything will be undescribable.
and after 4 or 5 days.
things will get a lil bit rusty already.
like how she'll just shout at me for simple things.
i don't understand.
why can't girls treasure us.
treasure the little time we have together.
one week.
then another two months.

when i'm in singapore,
i call you.
when i'm in medan,
i call you even more.
when i'm in singapore,
i messages you.
when i'm in medan,
i messages you even more.
when i'm in jakarta,
i buy things that you want.
i try to give you what you want.
and what i got is this.


sometimes,
i wonder
what actually satisfy you ?
it's never enough.

why does it hurts so much, girl ?






now i know....
there is no one perfect love story.