you, the weird one.
I've always been hating on you since the first time we met, even until I supposed to interviewing you. I'm not willing to talk to you back then, because I hate you too much. But I made a big mistakes I reckon. I shouldn't hate someone too much, because the line between hate and love is so unbelievably close. I still remembered the day I became mesmerized, the day I heard your voice. So vividly, and so clear. I admire you since then. And the things made me more amazed were came after that, like a flashlight. I still remember when I spent a week straight with you, and other friend obviously, it was awesome. Because I get to see you everyday. And on that week my feeling just like volcano in an erruption, that can explode at any time. So many positive things that came from you, made me even deeply in little thing called love. Religious. Kind as f. Clever. Charming. I like your voice. I like your eyes. I like your foolish smile. Glad I knew you, so I can forget about Gie e...