Oh there is you who came to me, suddenly, without
warning. The long haired guy who I think would be hard to
reach, turns out it’s true. I wish you came with a signal at least. Let me
know first before you declared a war inside my head. I’ve liked you since the
first time we met. Not technically kind of like that I would sacrifice
everything at that moment, but I just like looking at you; the way you smile
with your crooked teeth, the way you fix your hair, the way you speak to
people. I look at you with these details and maybe you’ll never know that I
noticed. Since the day you came, my life is an episodes of adventures.
Thrilling, exciting, and never know what’s ahead. There’s this problem about
you, stranger. We’re like two travellers in a country far away from home, who
accidently met. Said hi to each other and explore every corners of the city
without knowing each other’s name. You’re such a good travel-mate, you’re
curious about the world, about the culture and it’s issues but you’re not
curious about me. I guess people do have their preferences on things, right? I
understand. Take things slowly, you said. I also agree about that. But
everything doesn’t need to be hold up. I don’t want to explore your body
without knowing the soul in it. I want to know why you hate things, or why you
love things, your childhood memories, your biggest heartbreak, your weird
habits, your beliefs, your value, your fears, the books you hate, the movie
you will never get bored to watch, and your thoughts about us. We’ve travelled
far enough from the capital to this little village that only us as a tourists.
We only have each other’s back if we camp by the beach and there’s a big lion
outside the tent, we only have each other’s back if we eat like a pig and you
can’t pay because you forget your wallet that you left in the bathroom of the
motel. I am tired of begging people to stay. And if you’re planning to, tell
me, who are you stranger?
