Chapter 2: The piece don't fit anymore.

Hope you're doing good in Indonesia, i miss you . . badly. 

Silently, i know one day you know that i still do care for you. . Indonesian songs was playing back in my iTunes and the thought of you is the only thing making me misses you even more. I feel like just calling you .. I want to, but i know, it will never be the same. . 

Every night, i look upon our picture and smile and chant some prayer to god for you. . glad you're happier now. . good luck, Mahdi . .

It's the better thing to do,
It's time to surrender,
It's been to long pretending.
Theres no use in trying,
When the pieces don't fit anymore, Pieces don't fit here anymore.

On the same random note, i somewhat miss this particular person who used to go fishing late at night, but yeah, it doesn't matter now. The pieces doesn't fit anymore, blame me, for being too chaotic on assuming. But yeah, anyway, deeply, i really do misses you, my fishing partner. . ):

I know you won't even read this, but all the best for your amazing interns in anyways. 

F a y.