LOT28 Semarang, Indonesia.

Today I made mistake. I remember you. Again.

It's been a year, isn't it. And why are the memories of you still felt like minutes ago?

I realized that my mind doesn't read these writings as my eyes do. So I quickly drink my one-shot Americano on the table. Inhale, exhale. I close my eyes for a while and go back to those literature. go back to the reality where there is only me. Me, who's left with broken stories, pieces of memories, and little bit of bittersweet love.