Time changes everything, even you and I have changed
The Author
Her name is Aqilah Muhamad Azmi. Born on February 6th 1995 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Currently joining the Faculty of Education and doing her foundation in TESL. Laws, politics and poetry are her major interests. Blunt with her words, carefree and open to learn.
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January 2014
Tuesday, 22 October 2013 || 22:28
It's raining. My room's windows are ajar. I can smell the rain pouring on tars. Sometimes, there were thunder striking, but not so loud. I can hear the drops falling on my house's roof. And here I am. Sitting on my bed, in front of the laptop in despair.
I want to tell, but only if it is possible. If it is ever important to you. Sometimes my heart pumped so fast, giving me adrenaline effects, forcing me to tell you that
if it is ever feasible to tell you that I love you and how I miss you so much. If I ever could.
I know I've lied to myself few times. I know my mouth is being such a treason for my own heart.
It's just something I couldn't do.
"Bukan tak sayang, bukan tak rindu,
Allah lebih tahu"
Sincerely,
Me
