8 years.

8 years ago this is the month where every single thing in my life had change.
this is the month where every single reason to move on collapsed.
every single day becoming black.
every single night was only for tears.
every single dream was about him.


8 years had passed.
as time heal everything but ain't this one.
as people come and go but ain't this one.
as memories will faded away but ain't this one.
as wishes made us strong but ain't this one.


8 years had passed.
outside, everything has changed.
move on,
learn to live,
learn to love,
learn to accept.
but inside,
there is still a high school girl
praying everything is just a dream.
and the reality is waiting to be awakened.

prayers is the only way to hear.


rest well,dad.

'Allah tidak memberati (menguji) seseorang melainkan apa yang terdaya olehnya..'

Al-Baqarah 2:286