ablehunder

Years gone by.

I was thinking that I’ve lost you. It’s almost a decade since our last met.
And I didn’t know how to get you, just some numbers that have less possibility connection.
I’ve tried to reach, but no answer.
I was looking for help, but clueless.

And then the socnet bring you out from your dungeon. The media that I’ve used to search for in years with no result, suddenly notice me with your name.
I know it wasn’t you, because I know who you are. And it worked.
But you came by just when I was trying to wipe the memories away.

We met again, like twelve years ago.
You know that it was very expensive to make a call or texting in that time.
Nowadays, everything is so easy, cheap, and simple.
We laugh, tell stories, share our dreams, our happiness, exchanging gifts, take care of each other, just like before.

To meet you again was my dream.
I wanted to see you, because you’ve changed my life. You turned my view of this world.
And when I saw you again, you were the same Mualaf I’ve known.
I don’t want to lose you. Being friend or enemy is just a matter of choice. Losing you is out of consideration.

We get almost the same situation as we met for the first time. Against my logic, against my heart.
The reality bites, I must face it.
And the questions still remain.