A beautiful paradox

It was raining outside, like cats and dogs. Too cold, she decided to brew a hot cup of tea; the plain one with two small spoons of a natural sugar added. This night isn't about poetry or sad song anymore. She listened to live concert instead. With hard core sounds of drums and loud musical instrument at the background of the MV. Life sure was fascinating to her, because it wasn't all about lullabies and slow melody songs. It was indeed a combination of so many genres for all kinds of souls ever there were. She just wanted to be loud and fast this time; just like the song she hears. You see, this is what she likes most about life. Of its ever changing season, and the continuous movement of it.

And problems wouldn't stay forever, as time passess by, the problem fades away.

Of so many people who asked her to "move on" as soon as possible; she then decided to digress. It's not easy; she said. 

It's not easy to forgive then forget. It's not easy to adore the beautifulness of someone and then deny them with hatred and anger. It's not easy to dream about something you think you could have or maybe you already had it in the dream, and then reality just punch your face departing you from dreaming some more. It's not easy. 

There would be a time when even your pessimistic side disappears and asking you to remember those souls who have hurt you. And then your nice being come out justifying some reasons for you to really lower down your pride and let go everything like nothing have happened. They asked you to stop being so sensitive just accept that some people actually did make mistake. If that time ever come, don't look back. 

Don't look back.

Just don't. 

For him who left; she missed you. So much that she was dying.
But she didn't want you back.

She has accepted this beautiful paradox as a part of her growing up wiser and better.

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