ANTOLOGI PATAH HATI BATCH 1
Judul: Cerita ini Tentang Hati yang Patah
Penulis: Paper & Ink
Penerbit : Jejak Publisher
Jum. Halaman : 178 hlm.
Harga: Rp. 40.000
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I was a writer before. An essayist, a story teller, and I can also say a logophile. I am a lover of words. I write because it’s the best, and sometimes only way, to fully understand what I’m feeling and why. I write to make the things that don’t make sense a little more comprehensible. Basta lang, I write because the thought of making just one person feel happier or simply just smile, makes me happy.
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* I Fell in Love *1/2
Today, he abruptly asked me, “How did you even fall for someone like me?”
And I could say nothing. I paused for a brief moment and thought to myself, where do I start from?
Was it when he met me, after being away for studies for some three years? I had said, “hi” and he had excitedly yet timidly hugged me.
He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his shyness.
Was it a week later, when I had been upset over my low grades and he had offered me an ice cream treat? Sitting in front of him, I had gulped my ice cream carelessly, smearing it all over my mouth. His unwavering gaze, his captivating smile had melted all my inhibitions.
He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his peculiar smile.
Was it a month hence, on his birthday, when we were just two great friends, celebrating together? As we entered his favorite restaurant, he had held the door open for me.
He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his courtesy.
Was it few months later while he was working on an assigned project, and I was stuck outside my college, on a rainy Monday? He had pleaded with his boss for a short leave and turned up to pick me up. It was his liability, he had told me.
He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his bulwark.
Was it when, walking through our favourite mall, he had held my hand for the first time ever? I had witnessed his fingers entwined with mine and felt my heart flutter.
He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with the fulfilled gaps in our fingers.
Was it when he was sneezing and I was worried about the oncoming cold? Embarrassed, he had asked me not to stare at his weird looking nose.
He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his glistening red nose.
Was it after the dusk fell, when it was dark, and I had to leave for home? He had pulled me closer, and whispered in his unyielding tone, “Don’t go yet.”
He didn’t know, but I had fallen for his obstinacy.
|| There’s a bigger picture going on here, a bigger story than mine. It’s a story about a forest, not a tree. A story about a body, not a single arm. It’s about the whole ocean, not one single wave. But the ocean wouldn’t be the ocean without the wave, the forest wouldn’t be a forest without the tree, and the body wouldn’t work without the arm. Maybe that’s the secret to all of this. It’s a peaceful feeling, ya know? The thought that it’s not actually about me. It’s not about my dream. Just bare with me for a moment here… What if there is ONE big thing. What if there is that one big thing, and we are all here to make that one big thing come to life? What if that is the point? What if we are all given these different gifts and passions as guides to what our role in this one big thing is? Which tree are we, which wave are we, which part in this body are we? What if one part, one tree, or one wave isn’t greater than the others? What if they all mattered the same simply because it isn’t about them? It’s about the ‘one big thing’. The big thing is the point. We all want to belong, but what if we already do and the key to understanding that is to know this secret right here. This secret that it’s not about me. Once that is understood, I can enter into my part in making this ‘big thing’ come to life. I can then understand that it doesn’t matter what my role is, it matters about the heart behind it. It’s not about what I do, it’s about why I do it. Well, those are my thoughts for the day. Maybe they made sense, maybe they didn’t. Thanks for reading 💙 ||