call me 'An'

'are you alright?'
'yup, i am fine...i will always be'
'good'
'hihiii....thanks, what's the matter?'
'nothing, just you seem far...far ...away from here'
'do i?'
'how old are you?'
'hhhmmm.....i forget'
'what?'
'i forget my age'
'are you ok?'
'i just remember my name'
'i know your name'
'what's my name?'
'Ana!'
'call me 'An''
'why?'
'i like the sound of it...'An''
'An, where are you going?'
'hhmmm...what?'
'where are you going, An?'
'i am just sitting next to you'
'i want to see your face, your long hair, your hands'
'i want you to hear me ....not to see me, and i want to hear you calling me 'An"
'An, what are you seeing?'
'my seat..when i sat infront of you, what are you seeing?'
'still ....you, An''
'is it the same?'
'no....it isn't, An, you're gone....it ain't the same anymore...and now, you want me to call you 'An'. can my lips just call you the way they want to say it and not because you ask me to?'
'call me 'An''
'An....?'
'ya...?'
'you're cold'
'i am fine...i am still alive'
'An...?'
'hhmm...'
'nothing..'
'bye'
'An..?'

little secret

she cried...
first time i saw her crying....
i know...there's something wrong...

'i don't regret it at all...i decided, i took the chance and i know.....i missed other chances either....'

she cried...
first time i saw her crying.....

'for the sake of everybody....do it'
'i guess that's the best for now, even i've to give up my life...'
'no..you are not giving it up...you'll be fine, you'll get better than this'

she cried...
for the very first time...i saw her crying...

'i made it, i did it, i enjoy it.....and i love it. it's also my life!'
'i know...you'll make it other place, you're still young..we're still young'
'what if i didn't take that chance?will i be enjoying the same moment as yours?'
'i don't know... i don't know, my dear friend, but you did the right thing'
'i don't believe it turns up to be like this. i envy you'
'i envy you'
'never enough, right?'
'never enough.....'
'this's our little secret...ok?'
'promise'

she cried...
first time i saw her crying...

(you'll be fine, my dearest friend..you'll be fine as usual, tough, smart, and brilliant...and also a good mother)

blind

'I don't really know who you are,
but ...still,
I love you the way you are'


(no need long love letter to say that, right honey?)

my time

"you should have time for yourself"
"i already have...all the time, i guess"
"well...no other comment, think about it!"
"..........................."
"so??"
"i think i know what you mean by having time for myself"
"then?"
"i've never had time for myself actually"
"what do you do now"
"have time for myself. lifted up all from my mind and clear my thought"
"what's happening then?"
"they need me....and i need me"
"because time for yourself?"
"yes...my time is their time, and their time are my time"
"that's your time"
"this's time for myself....unselfishness time!"
"congratulation! for feeling and finding your own time!"
"thanks....."