i miss (the old) you supermuch

Just because you can't see the air, doesn't mean you stop breathing. Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean you stop believing. Just because you can't see me, doesn't mean you stop loving.

I miss you a lot. But really so damn i miss the old you, hun! I miss the way we used to. Yeah, it might will get better.

I miss your hair.. Your skin.. Your laugh.. Your voice.. I miss your hugs.. I miss you.. I miss everything about you. I miss our long talks.. I miss your smell.. Your kisses..

Yeah.. I want to hear you singing beside me. Like when you're singing while we are walking at malioboro street, or when you're singing while you writing many news. Or just enough to see you sleep with earphone on your ear, all night in the bus.

Okay, finally i have to say that distance means nothing when someone means everything, and distance means so little when someone means so much. Do you know, hun? I want something that doesn't end, i swear. And it called "us". Oh, that sound beauty, isn't that? "us" is something awesome than "me" or just "you".

Loveyouasalways, hunhun..

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