I once asked her:
“I was stalking your timeline last night. And I read those old posts of yours. A year ago, you were so poetic. And I was just wondering, why did you so rarely to write poetry nowadays?”
Then she replied:
“I already have you. I made them because, earlier, I didn’t have someone to talk to about my feelings, thoughts, and anything what I do in a day. I used to keep it for personal. But since I found you, you became my said-poetry. So, I don’t need to write them anyway.”
I was melting in sudden way. Smiled widely for seconds. Then I continued to finish a bowl of fruit soup. Sluurrppp!
Salatiga, May 21, 2015