Abouta 22-year-old indonesian who wishes she still lived in shanghai. day & night dreamer. loves singing. worships jazz & blues. has a little too much love for her own hair. wishes to have been born in the 1940s or earlier. in love with the telly. believes in music. would love to travel the world.
good night, love.
i’ll be thinking about you.
dear my apple pie,
i think it’s about time that you drop my heart.
you’ve been hanging it for too long on your playground.
don’t get me wrong, it’s been having a fun ride, swinging and swaying.
but it’s somehow neglected and getting rusty and you’ve never done anything about that.
i’d rather you unhook the chains and let me, or someone else, take a good care of it.
or you can keep it and take care of it if you’re willing to.
just not like this.
i don’t want it to rust on some playground among some new plastic hearts, or even worse, beside a new real heart that you cherish more.
please think about it.
the choice is yours but it has time limit.
i know my heart’s worth and i will take it back when i found someone who cares about it more than you and i do.
i guess i’ll just be waiting for now.
the reserved one