That night, i dreamt about her, again.
We talk, chat, joke around normally.
Like there was nothing ever happened between us,
beside a good friendship and a matching soul.
And now, we are strangers.
No, even worse, its like, we hope we don’t now each other
We throw our face everytime we met,
and we hope we never met.
I don’t know why i’m keeping this situation.
Maybe because this is the best way.
To kill that ‘little thing’ inside my heart.
The little thing that made me, can’t call us friends.
"Pernah kupikir ini tentang cinta. Oh, ternyata hanya sahabat setia."