about a girl

i usually don't write stories in this blog because i'm taking my time off words (they seem to play favorites), but yesterday something bad really happened to a friend and today ended up to be a day of enlightenment, so i feel obliged to write about it. hope nobody minds.

i heard a story from a friend, about losing stories.

she shared to me about a girl whose memories were triggered by either coffee or tea, or conversations with strangers. it was nostalgic. her stories were about the renaissance of a broken heart. i told her, i would do anything to help her get her stories back.

because i felt like a part of her just died. it's like giving birth to a child. then you close your eyes. and then when you look back, your baby is gone. pilfered.

movie wisdom: "the night is darkest just before the dawn." -batman: dark knight

you'll get it back. you remind me of an old friend, actually. people like you will always have your way around tragedy. but three years is three years, and no matter how many heartbreaks, i'll always be three exits ahead of you. that's why i'm writing this.

with my utmost empathy.

you'll get it back. not because i find you interesting, but because you owe a speck of your beauty to the universe.