The Story, She and I

I’m glad that you have moved to Jakarta. So I can run to you when I got stuck with people here. Like several years ago…

You never ask me why and what is the problem even though I came to you with my bad ayes after crying so badly.

It’s okay that I can’t tell you everything that I want to tell.

The thing is you give me your story. I’m glad that you trust me.

When suddenly I run to you, exactly I wanna tell you something. But still,

I can’t tell you event we spent much time together.

I’m sorry that I can’t focus when you give me your story. There’s something in my head.

Something which said that it was her worst story but she shared it to me. I wanna do the same, but how?

Never mind. It is my problem. Even with you, who share your bad thing to me, I can’t tell anything even a single word.

I just feel comfortable to be next to you. I feel free. Relief. No judgment. No pressure. No intimidation.

I’m free with you. Because I used to be free ….