Love

In the past when I was in junior high school, the film was quite popular, moreover the soundtrack of the film entitled "Cinta Pertama (Sunny)" and "I Don't Want To Own", the song was often played on television music shows and also radio.

I don't know what wind brought me to watch this movie again, maybe because of the cool words and the story. Yes, even though the story isn't personal experience, ^^ v

So it was remembered when Sunny and Alia were looking at the sky drizzle. I once imitated this with my friends, instead of being romantic, we were just dizzy haha: D
(Suddenly it is remembered for middle school).

Someone we think is ours, it doesn't really belong to us. We have his heart, body, and love. But we will never have a way of life.

This is my first diary, Rena's gift, my best friend. I'm 17 years old today, it's also strange to write a diary for the first time. How my life today and tomorrow will fulfill this book. I love my high school now, here it seems like everyone is smiling and laughing. There are friends, and there are friends who accompany me always and ... there is him who is one of the reasons I come to school every day.

Even though my meeting with him was not as beautiful as I expected, at least we talked, after all this time I could only admire him. So no matter what form of meeting, it can still be a beautiful start later.

Love, does it really exist? I became meaningful not when love approached me, but I felt it was meaningful since I wished love came to me. Because what is more meaningful in life except hope.

I've watched a movie, the message says "That if you love someone, then you have to say it when the moment comes. Because if not, then the moment will just leave and will never come again, then you will regret it."

I am tired, and I have arrived where I turned and realized that I had never found anything, and that in my whole life I was just pretending to be happy.

I feel something is missing, without knowing what I've found. I feel found, without knowing what I'm looking for. And I like still looking, without knowing what was lost.

Humans have dreams. There are those who pursue and make it happen, some retreat and throw it away, some are silent and only keep it for the rest of their lives. And I, will be the last human.

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