Backlight.

We have been walking throughout the light. Leaving some obscure places only we both know. And as the fight turns over with unspoken apology; I can no longer stand within my ignorance, so can he. We finally talk again; after been only two days but I've missed him already.

I hate him. I hate him for being both the cure towards the pain. I hate him for making my days brighter, making my nights warmer. I hate him for mocking me when I'm sad, laughing at me when I'm mad. And the most I hate him for (will be) leaving soon these forward months. I hate him so much that makes me freak out. Ha.

I can't described what it really going is, as long as I can never block the time. So that's it; we just don't know. I may be having no other reasons to stay, as I told you back then, so I chew again to move. I'm about to, like in between, I'm totally clueless. Still wondering why everybody has seemed to settle down meanwhile I ain't knowing what I've been looking for.

So, so to speak.

And as long as that day not yet to come, here is me and him walking down together beyond the backlight. And as long as we're still believe in having the same moon, the faith will never drop us into the wrong direction. And as long as the only thing I surely know: Allah loves us, Allah loves you.

Anyway, I quit from my street dancers squad. Ya, I have officially quit. How life is surprising me these recently times. Another big surprise like watching my ex with his new mate, a perfect new couple nobody ever thought would be.

Allah loves me.