Love Is That Kind Of Thing...

The kind of thing that makes you singing all day long, smiling all month long, and shining all year long.

The kind of thing that makes you cranky all day long, crying all month long, and gloomy all year long.

The kind of thing that makes you crave for more. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.

The kind of thing that makes you screaming for less. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.

The kind of thing that makes you insecure, nervous, excited. All at the same time. All at the same mind.

The kind of thing that makes you realizes that gravity actually existed. And we can't resist it. Even for a bit.

The kind of thing that makes you fall. And enjoying the fall. And addicted to the fall.

The kind of thing that makes you hurt. Yet still coming back for more. And more. And more. And more.

The kind of thing that makes you love your life.

The kind of thing that makes you hate your life.

Love is that kind of thing.

And much more.

1 Meja, 2 Kursi, Secangkir Kopi Hangatmu

Setiap Selasa. Di tempat yang sama aku melihatmu duduk. Menyeruput kopimu. Berbincang manis. Menebar keindahan.

Kursi sebelahmu selalu berisi. Tidak pernah sama. Namun selalu berisi. Dan tatapan mereka tidak pernah lepas dari wajahmu.

Seperti juga tatapanku. Melihat dari jauh. Menatap ingin. Tanpa kesempatan. Tanpa keberanian.

Ke 1 meja. 2 kursi. Dan Secangkir Kopi Hangat-mu.

Hingga suatu Selasa. Kutemukan dirimu duduk sendiri. Dan aku membeku. Menanti.

5 menit.

10 menit.

15 menit.

30 menit.

45 menit...

Halaman majalahmu mulai menipis. Kopi mu semakin tiris. Ku masih mencari kesempatan. Kutemukan keberanianku.

Kuhampiri 1 meja, 2 kursi, dan secangkir kopi hangat-mu.

Kusodorkan tanganku.

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