18. Good things are belong to Allah and what is not, definitely comes from me. Allah beautify my stories with tears and broken yet lovable, awesome and full of hikmah. I see things, I write and somehow I realized that I'm a blog, not a person.
Hey you , where are you ? Do you know I miss you ? Yeah , and I think you don’t even care . Well . I may be the happiest person you will ever meet . But under that sincere smile , there’s thousands of tears that wants to get out . But I can’t , I can’t ! I’m not strong . We’re falling apart and that frightens me . I don’t want us to be apart . Please ! Don’t go ! I can’t leave without you :’( You’ve been there all my life , now you’re just gonna leave ? How dare you . How could you . I thought you’d care about me . I want us to be perfect like others . My heart is incomplete . All the fighting , the yelling , I’d know that it will come to this . Please stay dear .You’d always been there . How will I survive ? I will die of sadness . I want you , I need you . You promised me when I was just a little girl that you’ll always be beside me . Well , where are you ? I’m searching but I think you don’t want to be found . I’m begging , don’t leave me , please .
P.S , I will always love you ♥