A letter for him

My dearest,

I hope this finds you well.

I know that I have already said goodbye, but there is so much left to say that I feel like I’m going to explode if I just don’t put it out there.

I never dreamt of writing, either. This past Thursday I was asked by one of my students the question, “Why do you like to write?”

I got thinking about it after our conversation ended and couldn’t remember ever having been asked the question before.

A letter for myself

Galih, Umur kamu udah 21 taun, gak boleh males-malesan lagi.

Gak boleh kebanyakan tidur terus.

Bisnisnya diurusin yang bener, jangan setengah setengah. Jangan nunda nunda bikin tutorialnya, malu kesusul sama orang lain.

Hai void,

berkali-kali aku malu karena pikiran burukku tak juga berlalu. tapi aku rindu berjalan pada malam-malam yang kelabu. Mengasingkan diri dalam ribuan wajah yang terlihat bahagia, padahal bisa saja itu semua palsu.

Sini, temani aku melangkah. Lalu kita diam sebentar, aku mau duduk di tepi…