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He is just not into me, that's all.



Laki-laki brilliant dan super keras tapi sekaligus warm-hearted inside itu membuatku jatuh cinta dua tahun yang lalu.

Harusnya aku sadar sejak awal, dengan segala keragu-raguanmu yang membuat aku membeku malam itu. Harusnya kuputuskan saat itu juga untuk meninggalkanmu, tapi kupikir kamu hanya butuh waktu untuk menenangkan diri. Bodohnya, aku menunggumu.

Sebulan, dua bulan, akhirnya aku tahu tak hanya sekedar waktu yang engkau butuhkan. Ada yang lain yang menggoda benakmu. Aku memutuskan pergi dari kota yang riuh rendah itu. Pergi mengejar mimpi-mimpiku yang lain - sekolah, bertualang, melihat belahan bumi yang selama ini hanya kulihat melalui TV, internet, dan buku-buku. Dengan bijak kau katakan sekali lagi untuk melupakanmu karena jalanku masih panjang, aku harus memulai hidup yang baru di tanah ini.

Ku coba mencoba memenuhi kata-kataku, bahwa aku akan berhenti meletakkan harapanku padamu. Tapi aku begitu lemah terhadapmu. Semua tinggal kata-kata tak bermakna. Aku melambung begitu tinggi dan jatuh begitu dalam ketika akhirnya kau katakan sekali lagi bahwa tak ada yang bisa kau janjikan padaku.

Akhirnya kucoba cerna pelan-pelan semuanya ini. Sekarang aku tahu, you're just not into me. Bukan karena kamu butuh waktu lebih lama untuk menyembuhkan lukamu, tapi karena you're not into me, that's all. Tak perlu disesali, pun tak perlu ditangisi lagi. Sakit? Pasti. Sakit sekali. Lalu apa yang akan kulakukan? Tak ada. Biar waktu yang akan menyembuhkan dan menjawab segalanya. Now I couldn't agree more when you said "Move on lah, jalan masih panjang. Yang terjadi besok, biar liat besok aja".

Well, seperti kubilang, aku terlalu lemah terhadapmu. Banyak orang bilang, aku terlalu baik. Kamu bilang, aku terlalu lugu. Semua bilang aku harus berubah. I should play a smart game. I don't know whether I want to change myself. Tapi mungkin, kalau suatu saat nanti kita bertemu lagi, aku sudah bukan Mita yang pernah kamu kenal dulu.

Now I try once again to rebuild my own life. Oh well, memang tidak mudah, tapi aku akan baik-baik saja. Masih banyak yang harus dipikirkan dan dilakukan. Love-life is only a part of our life.

Comments

Anonymous said…
"Love-life is only a part of our life."

That's a good one :D
Anonymous said…
be strong, Mita :)
Anonymous said…
you'll be fine
take care dear
*hug mode ON*
redwhitebride said…
whoaa... Mit. i guess we've all been hurt before. trust me, dear, tears & loughters heal! :D

btw, kemungkinan beberapa bulan lagi i'll start living in PA (philly), pgn tanya2 pengalaman Mita, boleh?
Anonymous said…
Gue dulu juga pernah bodoh ma cowok dan percaya banget. Nah gantinya cowok abadi yg buaikk banget.

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