you

 sometimes, I call it, Love. sometimes I guess that it is the big sins I ever made, whatever  it called, It’ll be something which reflecting in my eyes just blossom overside. Beautiful, dazzling, charming. and many words cant be represented of it. just sweet surrounding.

Sometimes I want to write your name in my diary. Suddenly my fingers get stiff, and oh…I was  totally afraid. I just have a little daring to mention your name in heart slowly. and I even sure,  my voice couldn’t touch your ears.

Sometimes I want to give you a message, hy I’m fine and how are you?. Over again, my hands too stiff to seize my phone. Or sometimes I want to tell about you to my friends but, I always have no doubt. I don’t know, how did you do your way perfectly. I don’t know, How did Allah make beautiful creature like you.

I wouldn’t give you a call to say that I like you. NEVER. It’s because I don’t want to carve sins in your heart. oh I was so naïve.

And I find what the summary all of it. I feel afraid if I think about you, I afraid because I am not sure that I have known you or are you the unknown people to me? hehe. beneath it all, I afraid to write your name because I don’t know what is your name appropriately. haha I don’t know who you are.

*sebuah posting aneh pasca UAS.