The rain did not come this time.
But I sniff the smell of rain. Oh, I found myself alone, I smell like the smell of rain this time, my aura like rain.
Lonely. But inside my head is always crowded. But I like it.
In the quiet times, I thought about this.
Last night, my friend told me about her feeling in a very sad aura. I've been in that position. It's not easy to advise sad people. Her ears plugged by a thick bundles of cotton, difficult to insert all the advices. in fact it's easy for me to advise her. I counted invulnerable in this problem. hoho..
My mind is rarely deserted. That it was obvious that a broken heart is not only about who stem the tears between the eye bags, or damage the mascara.Or falling in love is not just about blushing and lips kept smiling all day. They are cycle. and There's a lessons on it. and They are package.
We cannot choose to keep falling in love, happily, spoiled,and sweet all the way. No one can promise that.There are definitely bitter. nothing last forever, as sweet as anything.
So does a broken heart. Anyone who believes in God or not believe God know that sadness is also have a limit. There will be no sadness forever. Life is a warranty, and this life can heal any kind of sadness.
Only one that i know and always in the sticky note on my logic and my heart: "life must be sincere".
Falling in love with a sincerity, broken heart with a sincerity. So when the time we falls in the real sadness ,we could be sincerely. ikhlas .As simple as that.