The 'Unfinished'

i can't believe i'm writing to you.
you are, by far, a part of my life i'd like to skip most.

but tonight, i miss a habit of yours.
a habit of us.

you're the person i can be silent with. no awkwardness entwine.
i love it.

right after we spoke, super passionately, we inhale. heavily.
then, we stare. blatantly; right up to the sky.
there we are, staring with super intensity as if we're in a scavenger hunt, searching for any signs of alien existence.
drowned in our own thoughts; smiling, frowning, even shrieking because of it.
when we're over, we exhale.
then you say 'the' cheesiest line, "liat langit bareng, romantis banget".
then, a gigantic fist flies to your face.
well you do mix it up a bit in every occasion, trying (and failing hard) to spice the catch-phrase up.
yang paling katro, "kamu liat awan disana" a la iklan citra.
lebam kan lo seminggu.

and sometimes, my alterworld are super blackhole-ing; i got lost for so long.
i stare at the sky so damn long, i know.
when the angels push me off, there you are.
still there. staring. at me.

"Too long? Sorry (nervous giggles)"
"Don't be"



So us; didn't work. Whoa, latest news flash -___- (sigh).
I sense you'll find the girl who stop staring the same moment as you do.
Fingers crossed I'll find my damn-long-sky-starer too uu ganjen.