Your eyes were the first thing I noticed. You approached me and almost whispered. Whispers of love, of forgiveness, of rekindled friendship, but nothing too loud, nothing too bold. Whispers that told me you’ve come back at last and soon things would be the way they had been when there were no blurry lines between your heart and mine, when sometimes we stumbled upon a sweet confusion that pushed and pulled us to and fro, and when the distance between us was always enough.
Kenapa saya menulis ini? Saya tidak ingat. Apakah situasi benar-benar menjadi lebih jelas? Saya tidak tahu.