Entah kenapa hari ini saya tergerak hati untuk membalas e-mel awak. Tiba-tiba sahaja saya berasa sedih. Jadi saya tak menulis panjang seperti selalunya. Ada baiknya sesetengah perkara perlu kita simpan baik-baik di dalam hati.
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Sometimes you can't fake it. You can't ignore it. When it's real, it's real. And what hurts is, you do everything in your power to move on. To move forward but in the end, none of it really works. In the end, all you really do is dig your own grave. You never quite get over them. You never quite get far enough to lose them. They sort of linger. They follow you around--everywhere you go. They become ghosts. They become scars. They become that one person you wish you could go back to. That one person you wish you still had. Sometimes it works out but sometimes it doesn't. But none of that matters. When it's real, it's real. No matter how much time passes. They'll always be the one who got away.
— RM. Drake.
Ya Rabb, ringankan beban di hati ini.
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