McDonald's parking lot Past midnight We talked for hours So many topics Mostly about you, about me We talked about us What happened between us How we used to be together How all of a sudden, everything fell apart I miss you, I said I know you miss me too You reached my finger Put them between yours We finally made up Your ice cream cone was finished Mine was melted in the cup I savor it little by little while talking with you I love it when you wear your glasses, you said I smiled I love seeing your big brown eyes, I said quietly Illuminated by the street light We gaze into each other's eyes Understanding the depth of what we felt at this moment You said you wanted to kiss me I gave you a peck on your cheek You smile I found your dimple was so cute So I want to kiss you, too I pulled your collar to get you closer Your lips met mine Tasted like a gummy bear Vanilla, like the ice cream you just finished Smell a little bit of tobacco, like our cigarettes It was sweet, it was tende...
Once in a while, you would see someone confessing about their feelings towards you. He was freaking nice, spoke to you politely, tried to fulfill any wish that you have, listened to any story you shared with him, you might think that you both fit perfectly for each other. Maybe as a friend. Then one day, you had that certain feeling, and you realized there was something more behind it. The kind of gaze he tried to conceal under his stupid remarks. He said he sees you only as a friend, then started to pay more attention to you. How he gave you unusual touches each time you were together. But you know, it wouldn't happen between you two. You explained in a nonchalant way that you found someone else. You thought he would understand. You thought it was just a shallow feeling for a brief moment you were together. The next thing you know, he confessed his feelings. Then you hurt him intentionally by your rejection. Damage cannot be undone. Though in the beginning, he said he would keep ...
Aku dan makanan adalah dua hal yang sangat berkaitan erat. Sepanjang ingatanku, hal-hal yang berkaitan dengan memori indah hampir semuanya berkaitan dengan makanan. Entah itu makan masakan mama yang dulu setiap hari selalu dihidangkan di meja makan, disuapi papa subuh-subuh sambil siap-siap sekolah, atau jajan makanan yang bervariasi di kantin sekolah. Teman sekolahku dulu, pasti tau banget seberapa banyak jajanan aku setiap istirahat. Seringkali, aku beli dua porsi makanan yang aku suka. Satu untuk dimakan sendiri satu lagi persiapan kalau ada yang minta, kalo gak ada yang mau, aku habisin juga sendiri. Hehe. Dari kecil, aku gak pernah pilih-pilih makanan. Kecuali sayur, yang baru beberapa tahun belakangan ini aku suka. Dari makanan rumahan, tenda pinggiran yang dimasak pake minyak bumi mentah, cafe, resto, atau tempat makan manapun, kalau ada yang ngajak aku makan jawabannya cuma satu: “GASKEUN”. Buatku, makanan lebih d...
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