Moving on, again.

My heart finally decided...I have to move on.


It's been months since I last saw him. I almost forgot his face. No more drive to wait for him. I was bored.

I counted the days when my heart didn't feel anything. No thud. No beat. No love. No heartache.

Then I saw a beam of bright sunlight beside my sitting place.

I was distracted, but I liked it.

I'm loving again.

It's never a love at first sight.

I already saw him before. At campus. At church. Anywhere.

Well, I don't know until when will I feel this, I always wish it will last, yes I hope it will.

I will always look forward on looking for him, knowing his name, liking him, and of course, loving him.


I don't count on how many times my heart breaks, I count on how many times I move on. Love changes.

~♥~