9 hours on the train

The idea was romantic. Really, it was. Tell me what's not romantic about this idea: suddenly going on a train from Jakarta to Jogja, surprised you out about my coming, then ask you to be my girl.

But just look how it turned out: the perfect plan going wrong. And suddenly I sit on the train, going back home, alone.

You just can't imagine how good the trip actually can be if only you were sit right here beside me. Maybe we can sing Sheila on 7-your favorite band-'s song, talking about your activity, anything.

And suddenly the ipod stop at their song. Raindrops falling from the sky. And I wish I could cry.

*tribute to seorang junior kebanggaan gw. Jelek keknya, gw nulis dihape hahaha